I used to have a friend like Josh Matellus. He couldn’t fight for shyt. He was soft, but he was our boy. We used to go to he club. He used to try and holler at girls, even if they were with someone. Some might call him a fukk boy. But whatever. Anyway.. he’d get us in fights and arguments with people at the club, and at the park while playin ball.. all because he knew we had his back. And ONLY because he knew we had his back.
Yea. That reminds me of Matellus.