Man yo… just plain…man, yo…

Okay, so I was walking out of a 7-Eleven last night up the block from the cribb-o when this dude, a passenger in a Denali or some kinda big-assed nice truck calls out to me. Now, I just moved back to this place but I used to live here years ago. Occasionally I bump into folk from back in the day so when dude yelled for me and waved like YO! I assumed he was one of those oldie-but-goodies. I walk up to the car (I don’t know sun, but I be easy about it).

Dude is like “What’s good man…”

“What’s happening Captain…”

“Well man, see my foot, I messed it up a few weeks ago and I haven’t been able to work…”

“Um…kay…”

“So I was wondering if you could hit me with a couple of $$ for gas. I mean, can you help a brother out…”

I’m standing there like… dude, you’re a PASSENGER! It ain’t even your truck and you asking me for gas money… wow. Yo Barack, let’s get with these gas prices yo… this stuff is making passengers beg for gas money…

**in another gas story, I think my older sister got me for gas this weekend. We shot out to LI for a wedding and her man paid the gas and tolls. Next day she hit me like… Oh, Im a need that $35… I’m like what $35? I ain’t spend THAT much going to Maryland on trips…

Yeah, she got me…

Knyte.

~ by fahthablessed on June 24, 2008.