Post by Duce Jones on Sept 17, 2019 21:49:03 GMT -6
Have you ever just.. needed a break? Like, time to just step back from it all?
I think everyone needs a break, at least at some point in their life. But the real question is whether or not we ever receive that break?
Fuck no..
Thank you for your input but it seems like a simple request. Just a needed breath of fresh air so that we can collect our thoughts and 'get our shit' together.
The last week had been brutal on my body. I couldn't blame no one but myself.. I did accept booking after booking.
We got mouths to feed, though..
That is true.. ever since the birth of my children.. I've been in go mode.. venture after venture.. just trying to have my hands in everything. Reason being why I invested in the family company.. which was moving along fairly slow for my liking.
Rome wasn't built in a day..
Who the fuck said that?
I've heard it before.
People are not saying that.
Yeah… I'm not sure about that one but patience is a virtue however.
I swear you guys are the corniest muthafuckers I've ever been around.
You say that like you've been around anyone else.
Which makes my point even sadder.
If the company takes off.. cool but can we get away from the wrestling talk? Speak on some shit that's real?
What's more real than an opportunity to become the first ever GCWA North American Champion?
Life, man.. life! Did you even realize that a couple of weeks ago, Texas had an active shooter situation.
Yeah but it was handled before it was even time for us to show up for our booking.
But what if we were there, that could've easily been us!
True but a walk down the sidewalk in the wrong neighborhood in Memphis could've easily have brought us the same fate.
Hell we might even know who it was that shot us.
True statement..
"Bae!" Sierra stated firmly, breaking me from my train of thought. "I would really appreciate it if you didn't do that in public…" She now stated in a whisper. "Here."
She passed me a lit blunt. "Damn… my bad.." I take a drag off of the blunt and exhale the smoke. "Y'kno' how I get.."
It was late in the evening as Sierra and myself were visiting with her family. We found ourselves sitting outside of her sister's apartment complex as people stood around doing various things from shooting dice, smoking weed, playing loud music and drinking bottles of alcohol, some even have a Budweiser here and there.
This was really the first time that Sierra and myself had been out as a couple since the birth of our children and wanted to introduce them to the family. Even if that meant sitting outside getting high while some pre-teen relative baby sat, making sure nothing tragic happened.
"Are you okay?" She asked as I had drifted back off into thought.
"Yeah.. I'm good, just concerned about dis big title match comin' up."
"Allen… we are supposed to be enjoying ourselves. Not off thinking about our business endeavors."
"I gotta stay on top'a my game.."
"I understand baby but that 'game' has kept our family apart for almost two months. You need to relax."
Admittedly, I did need to relax but with such a chance coming up. It was hard to stay focused on anything else. Not even the guy who had walked up to Sierra's sister boyfriend. From my vantage point, the guy seemed pretty upset about a situation but it was hard to tell exactly what it was.
It was honestly none of my business because that's how I roll. If it didn't pertain to me, I truly didn't care. But I always wanted to keep my head on the swivel.
You never know what's gonna happen.
Especially in the 'hood'.
At least we're on the same page about something.
The guy seemed to have one too many to drink as he sways back and forth.
"What's his problem?" I asked Sierra.
"Oh.. right… baby, while you were gone to the store earlier, he got jumped by those guys over there!" She exclaimed as she pointed towards a group of young men, no older than twenty.
"What they jump em fo'?"
"He was on that drunk shit, trying to drink up my sister alcohol and everything."
"Really..?" I questioned as my attention was now solely on them.
"Yep.. she even tazed him.."
"Tazed him!?" Her laughter is an acceptable reply. "Dat shit crazy mane.."
"All I wanted was a one on one.." The guy stated to his cousin before he's socked in the jaw by some funny looking guy with an enormous head.
"Oh shit!" I exclaim as a less than stellar fight breaks out between the two men.
The drunk individual receives punch after punch after punch to the face. But he doesn't go down.. the shit is amazing to me because these are solid hits. Suddenly a fight that had started right in front of me had made its way across the complex for the entire community to see.
Really wasn't anything to see..
Still wild nonetheless..
Why did he hit him? "T'fuck was all'a dat bout?" I questioned, still confused but I receive no answer as everyone else is just confused as I am. Laughter soon consumes the area because both men involved in the fight were well known jokes to the community.
After the commotion is finally broken up, everyone in our crowd begins to make their way back in front of Sierra's sister apartment.
I just wanted to relax, enjoy my off day.. smoke a few blunts and chill.. but little did I know, that one instant set off a chain reaction of fucked up shit to come. I couldn't ask her sister what had happened because apparently somewhere down the line, she was called a hoe by her boyfriend. So she stormed inside of the house to take a shower so that she could go do quote-unquote 'hoe things'..
"Mane bae, what t'fuck is goin' on round here?"
"I don't know but I'ma go check on my sister."
She darts inside as I sit there and observe what's going on. In my world, I was always taught to expect the unexpected.. doesn't mean that you're going to be prepared for it but you still have to expect it. The guy who sucker punched the drunk guy was rightfully named Head because of the size of his cranium.
He stood there proudly as if he had done an honorable deed. I merely stared at him as if he had a few screws loose.
Can you not tell this guy has down syndrome or something? Look at his eyes!
I thought he was intoxicated, he was drinking a pint of Seagram's Gin to himself.
Yeah, he did have a bottle in his hand.. Damn.. what happened to that muthafucka?
I don't know but this blunt he dropped sho hitting..
I cough and take another pull off the blunt as it appeared I was the only one who cared about a smoke session at the current time.
Oh well.. more for us..
I giggle aloud as I watch things begin to die down. My focus was still on Head who stood there like a warrior.. so.. I had to ask..
"What ya do all dat fo'?"
He smiled a chipped tooth grin while rubbing his salt and pepper, chin hair..
"Shidddd.. H-H-He said he w-wanted a one on one.. So H-H-He got one."
"I'm sayin' though.. You did all'a dat fo' nothin'.." I stated with a hint of laughter in my voice. "Hell.. ya didn't even knock em out!"
I sarcastically break out into laughter because it's truly funny to me.
"How do ya hit a man with dat many solid punches an' not knock em out?" He doesn't respond but my laughter probably didn't give him a chance.
Yeah that is crazy..
His ass should've been out of there.
More people began to chime in with their thoughts on the unimpressive bout. I get up to go join Sierra inside of the apartment.
"Si!" I yell out into the apartment.
"I'm in the kitchen.." She replies.
I make my way into the kitchen to meet her as she checks on some hot wings that were in the oven.
"Mane baby.. dude out there didn't even have a good reason fo' doin' dat bullshit.."
"I'm already knowing baby.. you saw how easily he gave up Kyra's boyfriend's name when he was getting jumped after breaking into those folks house with that other dude.."
She's right, no matter how slow I thought the guy was.. he couldn't be trusted in my eyes.
"Hmph.. right.. reminds me'a Dylan.. Fo' some reason, tha guy done took a 'special intrest' in me. Guess he wants ta kno' what all tha hype's about."
"And you're gonna introduce him.. I know baby.." She replies uninterested.
I glanced at her and gave her a slight grin. "Awe... you thank you cute huh?" I move in to wrap my arms around her waist. "I'm just sayin' Si… an' tha guy is unoriginal.. Usin' tha same tired lines as everybody else.. Sayin' how my name reminds em of shit!"
She now laughs. "Because it does.. do they not know about your irritable bowel situation and how you used to boo boo on yourself all of the time when you were a kid?"
My face goes stone. "Who told you dat?"
"Pops… he had a bunch of funny stories actually, like that one time at the fair and yo…."
"Aye, aye, aye!" I stated, interrupting her. "Shut yo' mouth!" I release my grasp. "I gotta talk ta him bout dat shit.. How ya sista'?" I questioned, changing the subject.
"She locked herself in the bathroom.. I tried to break in but I need a card.. She got one of those 'good' doors.." She responds with a cheerful laugh.
"Hell naw.. yo' ass crazy.." I say shaking my head.
"For real.." She playfully replied.
I grabbed one of the hot wings from the tray and take a bite. The heat is making me make that funny noise you make when you try to eat hot food and not try to spit it out. I eventually get the food down and let steam flow from my mouth.
"Shit dat was hot!"
"Didn't nobody tell your hungry ass to eat it like that either.."
"Girl don't worry bout it.. I'ma punish these wangs like I'm gonna punish Thomas dis Friday night at Inferno an' become tha NEEWWWW GCWA North American Champion!"
"Ugh.." She scoffs rolling her eyes and heading back for the front door.
"What?" I questioned as I followed closely behind her.
To Be Continued.
I think everyone needs a break, at least at some point in their life. But the real question is whether or not we ever receive that break?
Fuck no..
Thank you for your input but it seems like a simple request. Just a needed breath of fresh air so that we can collect our thoughts and 'get our shit' together.
The last week had been brutal on my body. I couldn't blame no one but myself.. I did accept booking after booking.
We got mouths to feed, though..
That is true.. ever since the birth of my children.. I've been in go mode.. venture after venture.. just trying to have my hands in everything. Reason being why I invested in the family company.. which was moving along fairly slow for my liking.
Rome wasn't built in a day..
Who the fuck said that?
I've heard it before.
People are not saying that.
Yeah… I'm not sure about that one but patience is a virtue however.
I swear you guys are the corniest muthafuckers I've ever been around.
You say that like you've been around anyone else.
Which makes my point even sadder.
If the company takes off.. cool but can we get away from the wrestling talk? Speak on some shit that's real?
What's more real than an opportunity to become the first ever GCWA North American Champion?
Life, man.. life! Did you even realize that a couple of weeks ago, Texas had an active shooter situation.
Yeah but it was handled before it was even time for us to show up for our booking.
But what if we were there, that could've easily been us!
True but a walk down the sidewalk in the wrong neighborhood in Memphis could've easily have brought us the same fate.
Hell we might even know who it was that shot us.
True statement..
"Bae!" Sierra stated firmly, breaking me from my train of thought. "I would really appreciate it if you didn't do that in public…" She now stated in a whisper. "Here."
She passed me a lit blunt. "Damn… my bad.." I take a drag off of the blunt and exhale the smoke. "Y'kno' how I get.."
It was late in the evening as Sierra and myself were visiting with her family. We found ourselves sitting outside of her sister's apartment complex as people stood around doing various things from shooting dice, smoking weed, playing loud music and drinking bottles of alcohol, some even have a Budweiser here and there.
This was really the first time that Sierra and myself had been out as a couple since the birth of our children and wanted to introduce them to the family. Even if that meant sitting outside getting high while some pre-teen relative baby sat, making sure nothing tragic happened.
"Are you okay?" She asked as I had drifted back off into thought.
"Yeah.. I'm good, just concerned about dis big title match comin' up."
"Allen… we are supposed to be enjoying ourselves. Not off thinking about our business endeavors."
"I gotta stay on top'a my game.."
"I understand baby but that 'game' has kept our family apart for almost two months. You need to relax."
Admittedly, I did need to relax but with such a chance coming up. It was hard to stay focused on anything else. Not even the guy who had walked up to Sierra's sister boyfriend. From my vantage point, the guy seemed pretty upset about a situation but it was hard to tell exactly what it was.
It was honestly none of my business because that's how I roll. If it didn't pertain to me, I truly didn't care. But I always wanted to keep my head on the swivel.
You never know what's gonna happen.
Especially in the 'hood'.
At least we're on the same page about something.
The guy seemed to have one too many to drink as he sways back and forth.
"What's his problem?" I asked Sierra.
"Oh.. right… baby, while you were gone to the store earlier, he got jumped by those guys over there!" She exclaimed as she pointed towards a group of young men, no older than twenty.
"What they jump em fo'?"
"He was on that drunk shit, trying to drink up my sister alcohol and everything."
"Really..?" I questioned as my attention was now solely on them.
"Yep.. she even tazed him.."
"Tazed him!?" Her laughter is an acceptable reply. "Dat shit crazy mane.."
"All I wanted was a one on one.." The guy stated to his cousin before he's socked in the jaw by some funny looking guy with an enormous head.
"Oh shit!" I exclaim as a less than stellar fight breaks out between the two men.
The drunk individual receives punch after punch after punch to the face. But he doesn't go down.. the shit is amazing to me because these are solid hits. Suddenly a fight that had started right in front of me had made its way across the complex for the entire community to see.
Really wasn't anything to see..
Still wild nonetheless..
Why did he hit him? "T'fuck was all'a dat bout?" I questioned, still confused but I receive no answer as everyone else is just confused as I am. Laughter soon consumes the area because both men involved in the fight were well known jokes to the community.
After the commotion is finally broken up, everyone in our crowd begins to make their way back in front of Sierra's sister apartment.
I just wanted to relax, enjoy my off day.. smoke a few blunts and chill.. but little did I know, that one instant set off a chain reaction of fucked up shit to come. I couldn't ask her sister what had happened because apparently somewhere down the line, she was called a hoe by her boyfriend. So she stormed inside of the house to take a shower so that she could go do quote-unquote 'hoe things'..
"Mane bae, what t'fuck is goin' on round here?"
"I don't know but I'ma go check on my sister."
She darts inside as I sit there and observe what's going on. In my world, I was always taught to expect the unexpected.. doesn't mean that you're going to be prepared for it but you still have to expect it. The guy who sucker punched the drunk guy was rightfully named Head because of the size of his cranium.
He stood there proudly as if he had done an honorable deed. I merely stared at him as if he had a few screws loose.
Can you not tell this guy has down syndrome or something? Look at his eyes!
I thought he was intoxicated, he was drinking a pint of Seagram's Gin to himself.
Yeah, he did have a bottle in his hand.. Damn.. what happened to that muthafucka?
I don't know but this blunt he dropped sho hitting..
I cough and take another pull off the blunt as it appeared I was the only one who cared about a smoke session at the current time.
Oh well.. more for us..
I giggle aloud as I watch things begin to die down. My focus was still on Head who stood there like a warrior.. so.. I had to ask..
"What ya do all dat fo'?"
He smiled a chipped tooth grin while rubbing his salt and pepper, chin hair..
"Shidddd.. H-H-He said he w-wanted a one on one.. So H-H-He got one."
"I'm sayin' though.. You did all'a dat fo' nothin'.." I stated with a hint of laughter in my voice. "Hell.. ya didn't even knock em out!"
I sarcastically break out into laughter because it's truly funny to me.
"How do ya hit a man with dat many solid punches an' not knock em out?" He doesn't respond but my laughter probably didn't give him a chance.
Yeah that is crazy..
His ass should've been out of there.
More people began to chime in with their thoughts on the unimpressive bout. I get up to go join Sierra inside of the apartment.
"Si!" I yell out into the apartment.
"I'm in the kitchen.." She replies.
I make my way into the kitchen to meet her as she checks on some hot wings that were in the oven.
"Mane baby.. dude out there didn't even have a good reason fo' doin' dat bullshit.."
"I'm already knowing baby.. you saw how easily he gave up Kyra's boyfriend's name when he was getting jumped after breaking into those folks house with that other dude.."
She's right, no matter how slow I thought the guy was.. he couldn't be trusted in my eyes.
"Hmph.. right.. reminds me'a Dylan.. Fo' some reason, tha guy done took a 'special intrest' in me. Guess he wants ta kno' what all tha hype's about."
"And you're gonna introduce him.. I know baby.." She replies uninterested.
I glanced at her and gave her a slight grin. "Awe... you thank you cute huh?" I move in to wrap my arms around her waist. "I'm just sayin' Si… an' tha guy is unoriginal.. Usin' tha same tired lines as everybody else.. Sayin' how my name reminds em of shit!"
She now laughs. "Because it does.. do they not know about your irritable bowel situation and how you used to boo boo on yourself all of the time when you were a kid?"
My face goes stone. "Who told you dat?"
"Pops… he had a bunch of funny stories actually, like that one time at the fair and yo…."
"Aye, aye, aye!" I stated, interrupting her. "Shut yo' mouth!" I release my grasp. "I gotta talk ta him bout dat shit.. How ya sista'?" I questioned, changing the subject.
"She locked herself in the bathroom.. I tried to break in but I need a card.. She got one of those 'good' doors.." She responds with a cheerful laugh.
"Hell naw.. yo' ass crazy.." I say shaking my head.
"For real.." She playfully replied.
I grabbed one of the hot wings from the tray and take a bite. The heat is making me make that funny noise you make when you try to eat hot food and not try to spit it out. I eventually get the food down and let steam flow from my mouth.
"Shit dat was hot!"
"Didn't nobody tell your hungry ass to eat it like that either.."
"Girl don't worry bout it.. I'ma punish these wangs like I'm gonna punish Thomas dis Friday night at Inferno an' become tha NEEWWWW GCWA North American Champion!"
"Ugh.." She scoffs rolling her eyes and heading back for the front door.
"What?" I questioned as I followed closely behind her.
To Be Continued.
