It was like the motha fucka on "Seinfeld" where 'Elaine' had to get the motha fucka a thing of 'Tic-Tacs' cause he would just be there out of nowhere in her space.
That's the way this nigga was, came outta nowhere. I saw his mouth move but it was like I was dreamin or some shit. Fine man! Dressin his ass off too. Fuck he want? Motha fucka lookin like this comin up to me. Made my ass nervous as fuck.
I just needed enough dollas fo an eight ball, take my Black ass home and I could float until another thirty-three hours or so. Then it would be back to the grind.
He was still there. The fuck he want from me? Then finally I said to him, "Can I help you sir?"
" Hi," he started sayin, "My name is Christian. And we can help one another out?"
The fuck? Help one another out? Oh, I see.
"Motha fucka that'll be sixty-six dollas all day long," I said to him matter of factly.
Then he looked kind of confused. So, I helped him out some,
"Listen you can go down this motha fuckin street fo a bitch you can pay half the price fo to suck your dick. But you ain't got shit ta look at but ugly and despair! Or, you can have my fine ass, and while I'm suckin yo dick you can get off extra special by lookin at all this." I stepped back to give him a real good view.
The fuck man? There go that look again! Get yo ass on down the road motha fucka! Bitch ain't got time fo all this bullshit! And lookin like you lookin, the fuck you doin out here talkin ta my crack ass anyway?!...
(Peace! More to come...)
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