Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Haven't You Heard?

I've been lookin' for you {Haven't you heard}
I've been lookin' for you {Haven't you heard}
Oh, I've been lookin' for you {Haven't you heard}
I've been lookin' for you {Haven't you heard)
-- Patrice Rushen

I've never been a punk.

Angie's looking for you.

Ok. And?

In high school, our cheerleading captain lived in a ramshackle Tiltin' Hilton that happened to be located on the windy road that everyone from my end of town traveled to get to school.

Nobody would talk about her house to her face, cuz she was a nice girl for the most part. We'd sniggle about it in hushed voices when her ass got on her back and she started to think too gotdamn highly of herself sometimes though.

But my best friend...being the tactless complement to my ig'nant ass proceeded to jone about her one day, as Ang's father pulled up in their ramshackle Lincoln to pick them up.

Damnnnnnnn, said Tray, Her car look like her house.


Niggas fell out laughing. I ain't say shit this particular time because I kinda felt bad for her. Wudn't her fault that her dad drove a piece of shit.

But you know kids are cruel.

Anyway...the next day, somehow the clown got attributed to me.

I assume that they had to put it on somebody, and most folks were skurrrrred of T.

So, I'm at my locker, and I hear,

Angie's looking for you.

And?, I responded.

She heard you was talking about her.

I'm about the ONLIEST person that wasn't talking about her and her poor ass. But ok. Ok. I shut my locker door, and proceeded to homeroom.

Well, look on. I ain't hard to find, I thought.

Why kids do that stupid shit? Running down the hall like some ghetto sentry, talking about

Angie's looking for you.

Fuck I care. Let her ass look.

Guess I was supposed to be scared.

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded Tech 9 thats off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that muthafucka
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)

She rolls up her bubbled-eyed up on me in the locker room before practice. I'm putting on my socks.

So what you gotta say now?

*blank stare*

What are you talking about?


*blank stare*

Ok, cuz I'm not about to argue with this bitch about who said her car was some shit and who didn't.

So what you say?

You tell me.


Tray threw her bag at Angie's feet.

I'LL tell you. I'm the one who talkedtabout you. And. What?

I closed the imaginary piano keys up, and moved out of Tray's way, as she strode about a half'a spit away from Angie's cornea.

Like I said. And. What?

Well, what did you say?, Angie asked, nervously.

I SAY-ED, Tray demonstrated this point and her contempt for Angie by shifting her weight onto her left foot and cocking her head to the side for emphasis, YO'.CAR.LOOK.LIKE.YO'.HOUSE.

*insert standard Southeast grit* <--- don't worry about it if you don't get that reference. Somebody out there from Naylor Gardens, Berry Farms or Simple City knew exactly what I meant.

That's all you could hear. Was ^^^ them muthafuckas.

Angie blinked a few times. I've always assumed that she was blinkin' back tears, but maybe that's because I was blinkin' back tears my damn self. Cuz I was crackin' the fuck UP.

Now that you know, Tray blinked, Uh...was you fixin' to do something about it?

Angie whispered something, but by now, people were clearing the area.

What was that?, Tray antagonized.

Another whisper.

That's what I THOUGHT you was gon' do. Not a GOTdamn thing.

And Tray had a way of saying gotdamn. It wasn't just GOTdamn. It was with all the hock (phlegm, for you proper muthafuckas) she could conjure up in her tho'at and then she just spit that shit out.

Not a GOTdamn thing.

I leaned over and picked up Angie's face for her. Handed it to her.

I'm ig'nant, yet polite as fuck.

They're all gonna laugh at you!

And we did.


Guess the moral of the story is...

Don't look for me.

Haven't you heard?


Anonymous Ms. B. said...

ROFLMAO....ah....the good ole' days!

August 31, 2005 9:04 PM  
Anonymous O said...

HA! That's pretty damn funny. You be rememberin' some old stories clear as a bell. Memory like a steel trap i guess. Having lived in DC for a minute and worked with the youngs, I can visualize the events. Funny. by the by, i threw up another guest post at the Kajuana Show.

September 01, 2005 11:30 AM  
Anonymous iice said...

LMFAO! They never want it! Especially if every motherfucker in the world heard about it before you did! HAHAHA

GOTdamn wit phlegm n errything!

You wrong as the day is long girl! But thats what that broke ass mf gets.

September 01, 2005 11:44 AM  
Blogger Nina MM said...

O: I'm going to check out your "appearance" at the Kajuana Show. Let's see what you tawkin' bout TA-DAY.

iice: GOTdamn! LOL Tray would slay with me that. LOL Last time I saw Angie, she was still broke. Guess some shit don't change for some muthafuckas.

But she ain't looked for me since, ya heard? LOL

September 01, 2005 1:08 PM  
Blogger Amadeo said...

I used to love that _________ lookin for you. That's like "I heard you did __________ to my cousin." They only wanna say that to the quieter folks too.

September 01, 2005 2:27 PM  
Blogger Nina MM said...

Well, I definitely wasn't the quiet type. I was very small though. But known to nut up on a nigga in a HEARTBEAT. LOLOL I guess Angie figured she could take me because she was bigger; but Tray? Naw, she would have ended up two-pieced and in the fetal position. LOL

September 01, 2005 4:11 PM  
Blogger chase said...

LMAO,,,was the girl who was to wind up being my best frind that came looking for me....never got to the fighting part, but stayed thick as thieves from that day on. Actually till 2 years ago, when i founf out she fucked my ex...not just my ex, but cat I was gonna marry. Nasty bitch...(i'm talkin bout him) too bad he didnt know what the best friend always knows....THAT bitch has herpes. dummy.

September 13, 2005 12:06 AM  

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