So I had a chance encounter the other day with a former confidant, ex roommate, and everyone’s favorite hoodfella.
I was a block from home when I got the money nod from the brother pushing a brand new Range as we passed one another on a two lane road. In my rear view I observed said brother hit the brakes and almost swerve onto the bikepath. That’s when it hit me : that mildly familiar brother was none other than CB. I hit the Uturn and pulled up right behind him. We chatted in the middle of traffic and it was wildly entertaining.
As it turns out, he was coming from the wing spot and pushing “old girl’s” whip. Things have been “you know” (unemployed), and basically “everything is everything”. He had just heard about my father passing (2005) and expressed his condolences. He related that his father had passed recently as well and I reciprocated the sentiment.
During the course of this 5-7 minute encounter, I believe I gave/received approximately 9 “daps”. We reminisced about days past and made bleary plans to get together and listen to Wu Tang. We parted ways after he asked if I knew “what’s good with that earth” (where to score marijuana).
In any event, I promptly scurried home to dinner, where I got shitcan drunk off 2 beers and dominated myself to the Namaste Yoga bitches on Fit TV after everyone had gone off to bed.
I was a block from home when I got the money nod from the brother pushing a brand new Range as we passed one another on a two lane road. In my rear view I observed said brother hit the brakes and almost swerve onto the bikepath. That’s when it hit me : that mildly familiar brother was none other than CB. I hit the Uturn and pulled up right behind him. We chatted in the middle of traffic and it was wildly entertaining.
As it turns out, he was coming from the wing spot and pushing “old girl’s” whip. Things have been “you know” (unemployed), and basically “everything is everything”. He had just heard about my father passing (2005) and expressed his condolences. He related that his father had passed recently as well and I reciprocated the sentiment.
During the course of this 5-7 minute encounter, I believe I gave/received approximately 9 “daps”. We reminisced about days past and made bleary plans to get together and listen to Wu Tang. We parted ways after he asked if I knew “what’s good with that earth” (where to score marijuana).
In any event, I promptly scurried home to dinner, where I got shitcan drunk off 2 beers and dominated myself to the Namaste Yoga bitches on Fit TV after everyone had gone off to bed.
3 comments:
great read. "earth" is classic. i must say i cheated and skipped ahead to see if it was gonna b en"keek"a
I like this story, it represents time. One minute you can be brought back to the past and realize how far you have actually come.
The lingo here is so out of my comfort zone, I am only 50% sure I understand what happened. I do know I googled "Fit Yoga TV" and some things were cleared up.
Oh Snap! That used to me my mans n them like a mug. That is until he stole my checkbook, bought tree with a check, then sold be a light bag.
College Park crew be thick.
I know this is a bit bussy but...for a good laugh, please refer to the period in Enriques life where he would get his backpack on, tie his shoes, and then head to Radford for class (everyday). If you dont know, you better ask somebody.
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