Franklin noticed, Jun's Father, didn't speak English too much.. Jun's Dad would say something addressing Franklin in English then turn to Jun to finish the sentence for him. Jun would just listen to his Father then translate what his Dad had expressed! But thah damnedest thing!
Franklin absolutely fuckin knew, he kept hearing thah word, "Nigga"! And Franklin was like, 'If ah nigga hears that shit one more time?! Ah nigga shall have to bounce! Fuck this shit!"
And what thah fuck does a nigga hear again? "Nigga"! So he got up out of his dining room chair. Said very cordially, "I'm sorry. I'm going to have to leave. All of the sudden my stomach is not feeling well."
"Oh. I'm sorry?" Jun said concerned. Jun turned to his Father explaining the situation. Jun's Father nodded. Then, said to Franklin, "No. Please. My son says you are his best friend. I have something that I can make to get better. Please, hold on." Jun's Father went into the kitchen where Jun's Mother was finishing up the spread. Jun turned to Franklin and said, "I'm sorry man. He was telling me how much he liked your spirit within. I didn't translate it for fear of you thinking it was corny. Sorry. No. He really wants you to stay and eat with us. I informed him long ago, I consider you my Brother."
Franklin's legs went weak. Franklin sat back down in the dining room chair. Looked at his best friend Jun and asked with bewilderment, "J-Dawg!? Why thah fuck does your Father keep sayin 'Nigga'?! I mean, shit J-Dawg! I can leave right now and be back in Bloomington before kickoff! And we'll always be friends to other end!"
"What?!," Jun said confused at first then a tick passed and he said, "Oh! Please man? I can dig where you're going with that! But you're listening to normal Chinese language and hearing US English words of fucking filth!
Then it was Franklin's turn at confusion, "What thah fuck J-Dawg?!"..."...
(Peace! More to come...)
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