'Well? How are you doing Brother Scott?!" I asked. He was always a fond person to see.
"Well?! You're either crying, lying or dying! And I'm not dead just yet, Meredith!" He said in a jocund mood.
My young Black ass was like,
'Thah fuck you just say?!'
And thah RighteoUS
Brother died less than nine months later!
Moral of the sorry ass story:
That RighteoUS Brother got tired of
Lying and
Crying!
Our Father's speed
Brother
Scott!...
(Peace! More to come...)
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