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Old Man Cain

Old Man Cain

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See if we can get some real conversations going on in here instead of the random fuck nigga shit y'all do on here all day following people around internet beefing.
 
Way back in my heathen days a Young Cain was trying to be country ass version of Nino Brown. I had aspirations of graduating to that big boy stuff instead of the little nicks and quarters I was selling. Plus like most young Black males who was poor who didn't have shit I wanted some fly shit.

I always held a job down and I had the cars with the rims and systems and chains, rings gold fronts and the fat herringbone chains lol. That was off small hustles like I said nicks, qtrs and oz's of weed small shit but got money. But I wanted to graduate to big boy stuff.

That's where shit went left and realized that ain't for me. Me and my homie decided to make a run for the homie who we ran with but he was way above us in customers and money and he wanted us to make a run for him to pick up some shit for him a grand each to make the run. Me and the homie rolling to a country ass drop spot to pick it up bumping that Poison Clan(old heads know who that is). We met the plug inner him before kickwd it with him a couple of times and he was cool but he was all business this time. Drop goes off smooth no issues BUT this is when shit gets real.

Me and the homie realized it was all fun and games the way there but now shit is real and yeah we know dude BUT do we really know this nigga and the answer is no. Now we're transporting and in NC if you're caught you'll get a transport charge for every county you crossed to get back to your home. Thankfully we get back to the crib get our money and shit is cool.

3wks later my homie who sent us on the mission got knocked and the plug mentioned his name. Our homie never gave up names got his time and came home now he owns a few barbershops, trucking and construction company.

The moral of the story was I realized this shit ain't for me and my little small business I had was cool but that shit wasn't worth it. Thank God for my girl (who became my wife and sons mom RIP) would always say you're better than this and you need to got to school and I listened I was broke as fuck that time in school but I didn't have that pressure no more.
 
@Old Man Cain

but u always been a fly right OG square bruh

just because u tried to sell some oregano in a little spice pack for someone to season their spaghetti back in the day

don't mean u know anything about a "plug" or whatever that business was about


back when u were young enough to even run did u even have electricity in the house.......how u talking about a plug from back in them days :pause:
 
Mr BFK said:
@Old Man Cain

but u always been a fly right OG square bruh

just because u tried to sell some oregano in a little spice pack for someone to season their spaghetti back in the day

don't mean u know anything about a "plug" or whatever that business was about


back when u were young enough to even run did u even have electricity in the house.......how u talking about a plug from back in them days :pause:
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Hey man I just posted a real life story of a failed villain arc. Just congratulate me that I didn't fall in the trap b


Also you can call me whatever you wanted but don't ever disrespect my marijuana b
 
Old Man Cain said:
Hey man I just posted a real life story of a failed villain arc. Just congratulate me that I didn't fall in the trap b


Also you can call me whatever you wanted but don't ever disrespect my marijuana b
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I feel u tho bruh

the goal is to live long enough to see urself become the villain 🙁
 
I know I told this before. But I was on my cousin's block one day, she lived in a dead end Street at the time, and I was tryna help her and her girls change the flat tire... But it was one of those old ass tires you need a key for. And her pops had the key, so they had to wait for him...

Well the problem was, before we pulled up the little corner boys were tryna holla at my cousin and her girls and they weren't tryna hear it. So the niggas was a little salty.

I'm like 22 maybe... Which meant my cousin and her girls like 18... And her little brother ( who is a complete and utter savage now) was only like 15.

So we walking back to the house, and one of the little corner niggas try to crack slick.

Now..... It goes without saying that I casually talk a lotta shit.. And quite a few of you prolly think I'm soft in person or I back down and it's all Internet tough... But I'm very very very docile now compared to me in my 20's....even me at my most ignorant online is way dialed down to how stupid I was when I was that young. I was really popping off on them niggaz like I was ready for whatever.... But between my cousins and my two homeboys, they got me in the house.

But at this point I'm charged up... I'm ready to go outside and fight. Like I'm ready.



And this the part the gets me.....I truly don't understand how they assembled that many people in that short of time.... But it was EASILY 40 niggas outside waiting for me. Easily. And all the courage in me has completely evaporated....I looked at my cousin I looked at my boys... And considering I was me and I couldn't break character....I just shrugged and said. " I guess this is the day niggaz die" and went outside....


I didn't run.... I squared up.... But I told my home boys to stand at my back, and we was gonna walk back to back to my car. Never in my life had I been more scared...I really thought it was it.. But the niggas never jumped.
. We all just talked shit till I got to my car, and we got the fuck outta there.

My older cousin, she was prolly late 30's she already called up the way and told niggas I was bout to get jumped, so they all hopped in care and rode down there... But I was long gone by then. I don't even know how I was driving. I had to pull over cuz my hands were shaking n everything.

I realized at that moment either I need a gun on me 24/7 or I need to calm the fuck down, cuz I was not built like that. Definitely a life changing event.

I was still a knucklehead for a while.... But I still chilled out on the random Poppin off on niggas
 
but on a diff non self-incriminating note........


I think we all had a situation (or two) where we got ourselves into a situation we wasn't really built for


one time as a yungin I went to a gogo club back in the day called the IceBox (OG DC heads know about this spot)

my lil bro had beef with a Glenarden dude to where it was on-site wherever, whenever........they already had a couple run-ins at random places like the mall, 7-11, at a park, even at more than 1 metro station

these 2 even clashed 1 time in front of a random Wendy's


so we in the IceBox that night and see this same Glenarden nigga.....I'm in there with my bro and like 3 other dudes.....so we already plotting thinking cuzzo might be by himself or maybe just a couple of dudes with him

we sit back and chill expecting to catch cuzzo on the way out


man over a course of about an hr or so.....the crowd slowly got bigger an bigger

we also notice that the Glenarden dude is wearing a Bmore ravens jersey

next thing u know it's a bunch of dudes in there dapping this nigga up and they also wearing Ravens jerseys

then these dudes kept coming in the club til they were at least 40/50 deep 😮

needless to say I wasn't scared of the situation🤔...........but I was aware that we were potentially about to take a serious L😣

ironically a fight broke out between these 2 groups of girls to the point they turned off the music and closed the club down

and cuz these girls went so hard at each other and was even fighting the bouncers and shit

we didn't even get into it ourselves.....we ended up just getting in the car and leaving


but til this day I still remember how close we came to an unexpected L that night😕
 
I got a few minutes this another wild one. I'm so happy niggas know me to be cool people's.

So this nigga I used to hack (ghetto Uber) for got shot the fuck up in his house...he was one of them Nipsey Hussle type niggaz, his peoples was the real plug, and this nigga was a major supplier for niggas. Niggaz knew he had big weight in his house, but bcuz of how wild and feared his people were...he was always good... Crazy part was how we met.... Me n this nigga clearly had the same taste in women... Cuz I saw his girl on the avenue one day tryna get a hack
..I picked her up...we start talking, she straight up told me her nigga looking for a driver... Like a permanent hack... Was I cool with that...

I mean I was on some simp shit, originally was just gonna give her free rides to chill and smoke with shorty, cuz she was bad, but making money a more appealing.... So I start driving for this nigga
And the homie was cool, me even laughed at me initially tryna smash his girl, especially after he found out I went to school with his baby mother and used to like that chick crazy beach n the day. Once we went by there and he was like... Ok ok, you ain't gotta hug the nigga like that... But it was funny, he was cool. Anyway....

They run up in the nigga house, kill him, his girl, like 2 other people, took the money, the work, everything. But they ain't know he had cameras all in that shit. So when these Panamanian or what escoterrian or whatever these niggas was.... When they came up there was taking the heads off any body that knew anything.... And there i was on the camera multiple times.

I don't know who got to who, or who told them niggas what.... But I found out from a old head in church that my name was just cleared the previous night...I was 100% on the chopping block... But enough people vouched for me so they didn't bother....

Man I gotta outta my little funk and got a job at a temp agency the very next day. 😭😭😭
 
So I dated a street pharmacist for a few months when I was in my 20's. Other then the illegal occupation, he was a really great person. The problem came when he got pulled over and locked up for possession. His mom called like at 2 am and asked if I could bail him out. So I go to the jail with my kid and I remember sitting and waiting for him to be released thinking about 1. If I was in the car with him and possibly going to jail myself and 2. More importantly how I would explain to my son about not going down that path yet the man am with is doing the very thing I said not to do.

I broke it off a couples days later.
 
The Block Burner Story.
The Block Burner, the number one Newsletter that came out but never took off like it was supposed to:
Long rip, fuck yall in advance.

Part 1


I was in graphic arts class, I took the shit 1st and 2nd hour, I never did nothing, I just showed up to school to sell CDs and play basketball, I was the Nino Brown of selling CD in the southern coast of the US at the time, but that's another sermon for another day. My graphic arts teacher at the time, would crack on me saying that I would never be nothing, I was wasting time etc, you know that Joe Clark from Lean On me speech. He'll give me that speech dayum near every Thursday or some shit. But One day, my teacher looked at me in disgust and said Knock: "I tell you what, if you can come up with one project, I'll pass you with an A or B".
I thought he was bullshitting cuz that's what he liked to do at times, so I took him up on his word.

Now at the time, the other students that were in the graphic art class were making gay ass T-shirts with their name/click/hood/ward/family and putting that shit on the back of the shirts....other students in the class were making birthday calendars for their own families with all of their siblings, family members b-day listed and the other students were making hoodies, nothing exotic, just some plain shit that said Nike, or Fubu, Polo "perpetrating like it was the real deal. I knew all of that shit was pussy shit and I didn't wanna do any of that.

While bumping the Hot Boys - Get it How You Live - I'm on Fire, I decided that I would do something left, and make a newspaper. Some students tried to do that shit before but it was wack and dry. I wanted my newspaper to be on Fire. I wanted my shit to be talked about and everything and I knew just how I would make that shit catch flames.

I needed a name, something catchy. The next song to play off that album was Lil Wayne's "The Block Burner" One of his best songs ever and I said to myself, this will be the name of the paper. I'ma call that bitch "The BlockBurner". Now I needed colors. I needed something also that would catch the eye of the person and again, listening to the song "The BlockBurner" lil wayne says a bar, Lil daddy I'm on fiyah, and boom it hit me. The colors. Let's do blue and orange, fire colors. As I stated, I didn't want my shit to be dry and wack like the 1st Newspaper that the other students put out. I needed my shit to take off and be talked about. I said, I got it. I will talk about us, (FUBU), for us by us. I used that pussy ass method/blueprint.

At lunchtime, I went to a few messy ass chicks that I knew and messy pussy ass niggas and I gathered all of the messy shit that was going around school from the lil chicks that I was cool with, they told me everybody's dirt, I didn't care if it was true or not, I just needed the stories/content to fill the pages in my newspaper that I had coming out. It took me about 2 to 3 days to get all of the content that I needed. Then I said, we need to put these teachers on blast. I gathered information about the teachers at the school. Let me explain this situation, at the time the staff was becoming younger, we still had our old teachers in place but the staff was becoming younger, we was getting teachers that were in their early 20s, so they would relate to us. Hell we had a few teachers, male, sleeping with some of chicks at our school. So what I wanted to do was to focus on them, or at least try, not so much about their sex shit, but just other shit. It didn't work, every teacher got it.
 
Part 2

The BlockBurner Lives On..

After gathering all of the material that I needed to print out The BlockBurner 1st edition, I started workin on it.

I would list every relationship along with details of said relationship, if the relationship was strong, if the relationship was weak, if the dude was messing with another chick and vice versa, I also had a section where students expressed their views about certain teachers, good or bad, and most of the shit was bad, real bad, shit was crazy.

I had a section where folks would talk about folks dressing attire, teacher's attire, etc. I even had information about students from other schools and motherfuckers just known in the city. That newspaper was the shade room before the shade room. Again, I'm just the editor and creator, this shit aint about me, so I truly didn't give a shit, for those who may be thinking if I had any ill feelings towards airing out folks laundry. I think at the time, I look at it as putting all of the shit in a centralized location, which was The BlockBurner.


We were getting out that Friday, I said that I would release the 1st edition during 6th hour towards the end of the day, cuz I just knew, somebody would be getting fucked, relationships would be on some rocky shit up upon reading the information that I had in this newsletter.

6th hr bell rung and I had about 300 copies in my hand, I made like 800 copies but I wanted to see how this shit would go, I took my stance in the common area as the bell rang for us to go to 6th hour, chicks, from 9th grade to 12 grade all came up to me asking what was that I was holding in my hands, I would simply tell them, it was a newspaper, but as I noticed them taking the newspaper from me, I could see many of them reading the material and having the "oh my god", the "girl look" expression. I can see them sharing what they've read, and the person who they've shared the newspaper with, would spin the block come up to me and say "Let me get one them BlockBurners" then I found dudes walking up to me grabbing the papers and before you knew it, I was out. There was dayum near a mobb around me asking me if I had any more of those BlockBurners. I told them that I would be back with more, as I quickly ran back to the graphic arts classroom where I had stashed the 500 copies I had left, I had a big ass kool-aid smile on my face, I came out with the 500 copies and folks all rushed me, those shit went fast, I may have had about 50 left after the tardy bell finished ringing.

I felt very happy. I now see the value in this shit. As I'm walking to go to the gym to put up some shots before basketball practice, I said, fuck it, I'ma let it cook and stay in the gym, cuz like I said, I knew somebody was getting fucked up or some shit would be happening after the shit hit the streets. While getting some shots up before practice, I hear 3 or 4 of my teammates walk in the gym, all full of laughs, with tears in their eyes, saying how they can't believe the shit that they had just read. At that moment, I knew I had a diamond on my hand. I was already plotting on my 2nd edition, but this time, I was going to make these motherfucker pay me 1 dollar for a copy. I had already calculated my totals. More teammates show up to practice and they are full of laughs tears from laughing so hard, we all clowning and me, I'm smiling from ear to ear, knowing that I am about to make some serious cash from this shit.

Upon returning to school/graphic arts on Monday, my teacher who saw the finish product but he never read the material, he was just proud that I had produced something for class and as he promised gave me an A. I was of course happy because I could now show up to school during lunch time 5th hr "11:00a.m" vs coming to school at 7:30a.m

My 3rd and 4th hr classes were basically electives and I really didn't do anything but sleep in them shits anyway.
After receiving the A, maybe 3 mins, our principal comes over the intercom and say, can you send Mr. Knock to my office please. The old principal was our old basketball coach, I didn't think anything of anything, I thought maybe his ass wanted to go over plays, idk, As I'm walking to the office, two 9th graders stopped and asked if I had a few copies of The Burner, I had some left in my bag, so I gave them some and they took off running with excitement. I felt like a superstar, I even said, this what it feels like when being asked for autograph, shook my head with joy and continued my stroll into the principal office. I knock on the door, and the principal says come on in, as I walk in, my eyes darts straight to his desk and I see the orange and blue copies of The BlockBurner, Yikes

As I'm looking at them, I'm sayin oh shit, and it was as if the principal was reading my mind, he's like, yea, oh shit, have a seat and let's talk about this Block Burner of yours, my phone has been ringing off the hook about this blockburner, other schools admin have given me a call about this newspaper and I have no idea what are they talking about. At that moment, I knew shit was fucked up, I'm like, this shit got into the hands of other students at other schools? I'm like wow, what the fuck have I did.

We both went through every page, everything scandal, truth or lie that there was in that paper, all I can do was say, I was just trying to get an A for class. He says: Knock, save that Disney shit for Disney, but here's what I'm going to do, he took out a piece of paper and he cut/sliced them shits up into 3 pieces

He wrote something down on each of the 3 slices....he folded each one of the slices up and placed them in front of me and leaned back on this chair and he said knock, I'ma let you pick your punishment, choose one, and whatever you open it up to and whatever it says, you have to accept that punishment. Even though I thought it was bullshit, I knew it was a fair thing for him to do. As I'm reaching to grab one, he stops me and says, one of these slices of paper, doesn't have any punishment. I sat back and said really, he said yep, I like the creative, so I'm going to give you an out

I was very confused and sat there for a good minute to process the shit he just said. Then he said, you just gotta choose the right one.

I blew out a breath of air and I choose the middle piece, opened it and the shit said suspension for 4 days, I said fuck. I got up and shook his hand and told him that was fair of him, as I'm walking out, he tells me, 2 more things knock, Do students really think that I'm corny and my breath stinks and lastly, the other 2 slices of paper, there wasn't no punishment, the other 2 had expulsion on them both. Now get outta my office and set fire to any more copies that you may have.
 
Used to work at a shoe store in high school. We used to steal shit, but onsesie twosies, nothing major. The occasional hookup to the local drug dealers and struggling mothers and pocket the cash. Stash a pair in the trash and go back to the dumpster later to pick them up.

Then my homeboy/coworker came up with the great idea of propping open the back door and come back later and take whatever we want. Left the store with a car full of shoes and clothes. I popped the trunk in the hood and sold shoes to whoever stopped by. Didn’t have to be their size cause you could exchange without receipt.

The second time we did it I was wild nervous, thinking once we open this door to leave cops going to be waiting. Luckily it didn’t happen but that fear made me never steal again in my life. I knew I wasn’t built to be that level of thief for sure.

The store manager that year didn’t even show up to the audit. Came back short about $20k, and this was in the 90’s at a small store. I continued to work ant this shoe store another 3 years after and nobody suspected me and my homeboy because we were seen as the two that could do no wrong.
 
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Haircut Story

I was the Nino Brown of selling CDs, I had the 3rd coast sold up, I'm talking from Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, sold up. Folks would buy CDs and DVDS from me. I had an empire at the time. I wasn't that person on the corner that would sit all day, folks would call and they would come get their shit or I would drop their shit off, I never got robbed, pressed or anything doing this shit either.

One day I get a phone call it's 601 area code and I'm like who the fuck this is out of Mississippi...I answered the phone and it's a chick on the other line asking if I was knock and if I sold CDs, I said yea, this is him and yea I sell CDs and DVDs, she then goes on to tell me how she got my number and how she wants to put in an order for some CDs, gospel and blues for her mom and dad, and she wants some R&B and rap mix CDs for herself. I tell her my prices.. and she wants me to come bring her the order. I'm like fuckkk nah, we can meet halfway, I aint bout to drive to no country ass Mississippi. She tells me that her parents would put something extra on top of it if I made the drive and that they will get me some more orders from me, their friends at work, church, family members, and she's going to plug me in with her friends (This is how my empire grew btw) will buy from me. I was like bet more money and clientele, the chick sounded cute over the phone and we get to small talking about nothing, she always wanted to come to NOLA/BR she tells me, and I'm like you wanna come to this dump, but I forgot that her ass his in boring ass Mississippi so I can see why she's so gitty to get down here. I make the CDs and I tell her that I will be there on Friday night, she asked if I could come Saturday morning, that's when her mom and dad go and make groceries and she's going to be there with her brother. I was like bet.
I have no clue who these people are, but I'm about my money.

I hit a few of my patnas to see if they wanted to make the trip out with me, I lied and told them that this lil chick that I'm going to see, she got a bad friend, cuz I knew they wouldn't ride wit me unless the chick had a homegirl that they can fuck on, so I lied and said that she did.., but they like nah, I even hit up that boy @AP3.0 and lied to him, but I think he told me no or some shit, he didn't come. When I meet someone new, I usually have someone with me, but his time it wasn't the case...I make my way up there. I pull up and the house is on some Little House of the Prairie type setup, I charge it the game as it being some country Mississippi shit.

I get out the car with my bag and I was greeted at the door by this fine short, thick ass chick, Ashley. Thighs thick, waist was slim and she was pretty, long hair. I was like oh ok, you aint busted up, I walks up, and as I'm walking to the door, she's coming down from off the porch....No shoes...no socks...and we're on dirt...Right there, I felt turned off by her coming to meet me on this dirty ass dirt, again, Mississippi shit....I say, you Ashley, she says yea Knock, who else would it be, and I'm with the goofy facial expression, I'on know, you could have been anybody, she's like boy come on here....

I'm thinking we doing the exchange, you get the CDs, I get my money and I'm out. But she invites me inside the house. As I'm walking in, we're in the living room area by the front door, I'm looking around the house a bit, checking it out and I see a dude ducked off in what looks like the kitchen area sitting at the kitchen table, just staring out at an open window, gazing, sun shining bright coming through that window, I don't know how his ass is looking into that bright ass light, but he's gazing at it. She says, that's my brother, I say, what's up, he doesn't say anything to me...so I said What's up a little louder, maybe he didn't hear me...she then tells me that he's a mute...so I throw up the peace sign...he looks at me and then looks away back into the window. I think he can "feel" energy or movements idk.


Again, I'm trying to make a move, do business, I take the CDs out, as I'm handing her their CDs, she jumps on me and wraps her hands around my neck, her dirty feet around my waist area, and my very 1st instance was, this bitch trying to rob me, soon as I was about to counter, she kisses me, and I'm like ok, I pick her up, dirty feet and all, and we head to the kitchen area, knocking over shit, I barely can hold this bitch and keep my balance at the same time, but I'm trying to show my strength, she tells me to go down the hall to the right, which is her room...we get in the room and I throws her on the bed, relieved like a motherfucker, bitch was heavy, I jump on top of her and we get to making out....As we are making out, I hear a knock on the door, and then a beat down on the door, I'm like man who is that beating on yall door like that, she jumps up, apparently knowing that beat down, she covers herself with a blanket but doesn't say anything, then she said, ooooohh he's coming around the house, and I'm like, he who, then I hear a male's voice saying "Ashley, open up, let's talk" now I'm nervous, she tells me, that voice and beating is my boyfriend and he's crazy.

I drops my head, like really, I can't believe this shit here, here I am in this position when I'm the one who usually clowning others for being in fucked up positions. We both buss out the room, clothes on now, and buddy has now knocked on her window room....We have moved into the kitchen area and she's panicking, dayum near about to cry....I'm trying to process wtf is going on, she runs back into her room or another room, idk..I'm in the kitchen table like, how the fuck am I'm going to get outta this shit here....The brother, who is still in the kitchen, still staring at the window with the bright ass sunlight that's coming through, must have felt the energy in the room, he turns to me and just stares at me. I tells him, we all bout to die, your sister crazy bf apparently is here.


The sister comes back from her room or a room with a shoe box, half way open, places the shit on the kitchen table near the brother. She runs to the door and opens the door...I can hear the commotion going on in the front between her and the boyfriend, he cussing her ass out and she's cussing at him, I don't know what else to do, so I open the shoe box and it's some hair clippers inside, I grabbed the clippers, plug them shits up, and stand behind the mute brother's chair and started cutting that nigga shit...He's moving all awkward and you know them motherfuckers are super strong up in the chest/shoulder area, I'm fighting with him trying to keep him still and steady, he's moving and moving, I'm fucking this nigga head up....before me cutting his shit, he had that 1967 straight Huey P Newton mini afro....safe to say after them clippers fell into my hands, that nigga shit had patches halfway lines in that bitch....all the front part of the hair was uneven

I'm cutting buddy hair, trying my hardest to stay serious and to portray myself as a real barber, I never cut hair a day in my life, I'm holding the clippers all wrong and everything....the boyfriend and the girlfriend appear in the kitchen and the girl is slightly behind her bf and I just see her mouth drop as she saw her brother's hair....
I'm yanking and trying to cut this nigga hair, he's moving.. the bf on some, what's up bro, who you...I'm like, the barber...just here to cut his hair, I wish his ass would stop jerking, and then I yell at him "Sit still so I can get this piece that's hanging here" , he's usually still bro as I tell the bf...come to find out, the brother would normally get his haircut on Saturdays....so the bf knew that, he just apparently never met the barber or so...the bf extends his hand out to shake mines,..I shake his hand and hit buddy with that, "man I can get you next if you need me to"....nigga gave me the "nigga please" look and said, I'm aight...I said bet, I can line them sides up nicely for you, while I'm saying that, I'm cutting buddy sideburns, completely the fuck off...yanking them shits off..at this point, the brother has given into, he fights with me no longer and allows me to fuck his hair up.. I felt that nigga soul cry out.

They go back into the living room, I'm out of breath from trying to hold down this strong ass brother of hers...I said fuck it, I'm done, me and the bf just go to have to tear this motherfucker down today...I walked outta the kitchen and said that I was done....Nigga head was fully fucked up, brother had a slump posture with his head held down...like he lost all hope....

Ashley acted like she paid for the haircut but paid me for my CDs, I got in my shit and pealed the fuck off and called @AP3.0 and told that nigga what happened. We must have laughed at this shit for a strong week. I told everybody bout this shit, niggas cried laughing, didn't wanna believe but knew only some shit like this would happen to me or to the ppl around me.

I get home, and I get a call from the chick and she was like Nigga, you are a complete fool, I never everrrr....before she finishes her statement... I can hear her ppl coming into the house and all I heard in the background from what it sounded like...was her mama who yelled "who fucked up Charles head like this" Ashley who the fuck did this to this baby head

I hung up phone and laid down and said a soft prayer.
 
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