Really Ironic, To Be Frank Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
So as we pulled up, I was sure to hit my alarm twice, to make sure everything
was locked, and that people heard, I unconsciencely put it on. As I knocked on
his door and heard these dogs barking from his neighbor in the back, the door
opened with my man, smiling like he needed to see my concerned face. He said
"whattup Nigga, its good to see ya man". I smiled, grinned and showed him CJ
for the fist time, as I looked inside to see if it was safe to enter. As he went to
grab CJ, CJ held me tighter because he isn’t used to people yet, and that he
just woke up from the car ride and he was grumpy. So as he was asking me to
come in, I invited him to go to Starbucks with me to get something and talk. He
told me okay, and to give him a few minutes to throw something on. I said okay
and not to be long, and me and CJ are going to go outside and get some fresh
air and jokingly said, to make sure my ten thousand dollar custom rims were
still attached to my benz. We laughed at this half serious joke, and CJ and I
walked down the driveway laughing and him, and CJ squinting his eyes from
the sun that is coming threw my hands that are trying to block its radiant rays.
Now what happens next, was like a fuckin movie. You see as we seen people
going in and out of this food bank that fed many people in need across and
down the street, this immaculate 2009 Yukon XL drove up and swung into this
empty parking space. I was admiring the elegant touch whomever this vehicle
belongs to, because he didn’t over do it. I mean his rims are crazy tight, but not
like those spinners or overly flashy pieces of shit you see everyone with a
hoopty or scraper drives on. This was basically, well manicured, and I was
wondering if I may have gotten the attention of someone I knew, but soon
realize, I had and have no clue who this mother fucker is or was. As this Katt
William’s size man jumped out of this massive truck (SUV), he looked as
though he was here for a purpose. First, no one really noticed him, but as
people start looking, they seemed to be drawn to him like a magnet. He started
walking up the street, and though he couldn’t see us, he was sure to pass us in
a few more steps as he was going up the street, checking his pockets and
spinning his head like that chick in the Excorist to see who was around this
place. Well this Krusty the Clown looking guy walked up to him, and this truck
driver said," Look man, tell these mother fuckers down here I am here, and you
know I hate coming down here, so make it quick so I can bounce up outta this
piece". Now also, the door of this SUV opened up, and another man came out,
but he was fat, kinda dressed, but not tapered up and you can tell, he buys his
shit off of the rack at a place like The Clothing Broker where you get 4 suits for
$129.99. Well okay now, I’m trippin a bit, because obviously, this is a well-
known man of importance on some level to some people and I don’t know him,
and something was happening that I could not understand. You see I know the
mayor, fire chief, a lot of CEO’s, business owners, executives in tha street
game and athletes along with entertainers, and this man, isn’t dressed nor
wishes to look like he is about to enter into that world, anytime soon. Now don’t
get me wrong, he is Ed Hardy up and down, and is casually dressed, baseball
hat tilted to the left just bit, and he reminded you of a 1970’s pimp that just
jumped out of his SLAB. That’s Houston slang for Slow Loud And Bangin ride, a
long caddy or a stinkin Lincoln for those of you that don’t know. But he was
from tha streets, you could feel and see it in his skin. And what I was about to
witness, this street I was on, was also about to be his, if it already wasn’t.
So as he came closer to me and CJ, I held on to CJ a bit tighter and he looked
at me and said, "Whattup partna, how’s your day and nice looking son you got
there". I gave him the street nod, said thanks and basically played the part of a
man that looks like he belongs where he obviously doesn’t. He kept on walking,
and all of a sudden, it looked like this man was Wonder Bread and the people
that were now flocking to him, hungry sea gulls or pigeons. This man went in a
bag and start handing out bags like it was candy on National Willy Wonka Day.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
So as we pulled up, I was sure to hit my alarm twice, to make sure everything
was locked, and that people heard, I unconsciencely put it on. As I knocked on
his door and heard these dogs barking from his neighbor in the back, the door
opened with my man, smiling like he needed to see my concerned face. He said
"whattup Nigga, its good to see ya man". I smiled, grinned and showed him CJ
for the fist time, as I looked inside to see if it was safe to enter. As he went to
grab CJ, CJ held me tighter because he isn’t used to people yet, and that he
just woke up from the car ride and he was grumpy. So as he was asking me to
come in, I invited him to go to Starbucks with me to get something and talk. He
told me okay, and to give him a few minutes to throw something on. I said okay
and not to be long, and me and CJ are going to go outside and get some fresh
air and jokingly said, to make sure my ten thousand dollar custom rims were
still attached to my benz. We laughed at this half serious joke, and CJ and I
walked down the driveway laughing and him, and CJ squinting his eyes from
the sun that is coming threw my hands that are trying to block its radiant rays.
Now what happens next, was like a fuckin movie. You see as we seen people
going in and out of this food bank that fed many people in need across and
down the street, this immaculate 2009 Yukon XL drove up and swung into this
empty parking space. I was admiring the elegant touch whomever this vehicle
belongs to, because he didn’t over do it. I mean his rims are crazy tight, but not
like those spinners or overly flashy pieces of shit you see everyone with a
hoopty or scraper drives on. This was basically, well manicured, and I was
wondering if I may have gotten the attention of someone I knew, but soon
realize, I had and have no clue who this mother fucker is or was. As this Katt
William’s size man jumped out of this massive truck (SUV), he looked as
though he was here for a purpose. First, no one really noticed him, but as
people start looking, they seemed to be drawn to him like a magnet. He started
walking up the street, and though he couldn’t see us, he was sure to pass us in
a few more steps as he was going up the street, checking his pockets and
spinning his head like that chick in the Excorist to see who was around this
place. Well this Krusty the Clown looking guy walked up to him, and this truck
driver said," Look man, tell these mother fuckers down here I am here, and you
know I hate coming down here, so make it quick so I can bounce up outta this
piece". Now also, the door of this SUV opened up, and another man came out,
but he was fat, kinda dressed, but not tapered up and you can tell, he buys his
shit off of the rack at a place like The Clothing Broker where you get 4 suits for
$129.99. Well okay now, I’m trippin a bit, because obviously, this is a well-
known man of importance on some level to some people and I don’t know him,
and something was happening that I could not understand. You see I know the
mayor, fire chief, a lot of CEO’s, business owners, executives in tha street
game and athletes along with entertainers, and this man, isn’t dressed nor
wishes to look like he is about to enter into that world, anytime soon. Now don’t
get me wrong, he is Ed Hardy up and down, and is casually dressed, baseball
hat tilted to the left just bit, and he reminded you of a 1970’s pimp that just
jumped out of his SLAB. That’s Houston slang for Slow Loud And Bangin ride, a
long caddy or a stinkin Lincoln for those of you that don’t know. But he was
from tha streets, you could feel and see it in his skin. And what I was about to
witness, this street I was on, was also about to be his, if it already wasn’t.
So as he came closer to me and CJ, I held on to CJ a bit tighter and he looked
at me and said, "Whattup partna, how’s your day and nice looking son you got
there". I gave him the street nod, said thanks and basically played the part of a
man that looks like he belongs where he obviously doesn’t. He kept on walking,
and all of a sudden, it looked like this man was Wonder Bread and the people
that were now flocking to him, hungry sea gulls or pigeons. This man went in a
bag and start handing out bags like it was candy on National Willy Wonka Day.
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