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.
