B~wood swears he be minding his business, but out of know where things arise.
Check It. . . A kidd was at ATL infamous airport on Sunday. I decided to stop at one of the eateries and get a cool refreshing bottle of H2O and a little something to snack on. As I approach the register, all hell broke loose.
Shaudell decided to come around the register and take a phone call. (Side bar: Let’s pause. . . Ideally I would think you would take a personal call in the back, but then I gave her the benefit of the doubt and said maybe this is the only phone. . . Press play).
Shaudell was heated and oblige us with all the scoop. Shhhhhhhh, now listen in.
“*itch this was he say. . . I ain’t found no job g’rl . . . and I said . . . look harda mutha f**kah . . . We don’t eat off of air. Hell what you think, I can inhale a meal out the damn atmosphere. Me and my two chl’dren needs to be fed. I reckon I needs to leave yo a**. And yeah, g’rl I called his momma and nem and they said leave his a** after he get his last unemployment check. Hell, I’s workin’ and takin’ care of every damn body. I be cryin’ and sh*t. Then it hit me g’rl! Hell I ain’t seen not uhh damn near dime, nickel, or a got damn penny come my way. See this some bullsh*t. *igga eatin up all my mutha f**kin food. Hell mutha f**kin naw. This b**tch dun bump her head and now dun came to her senses. I ain’t doing it NO MO . . . Hear what-ah-say NO mutha f**kin MO!”
(Side bar: Now mind you this is a busy airport. Other customers like Sally and Bob where approaching. Why they were looking so scared and said, oh dear. Hun, do you think we can order or should we go somewhere else?)
Now me standing there, acting like Columbo, played a reading my text move and said to myself. . . Now pose for the camera now. . . Click . . . Click!
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