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I was an accidental 7yo thief, and my Grandma was an accomplice!
Me and Grandma went to the store for groceries. They had this brown faux leather wallet for $8. It had the slit for bills and like one ID pocket and one 'other' pocket. So, it was a super basic wallet. But in my mind... having a wallet in elementary school would put me a level up over the other 2nd Graders... cuz it was seen as a mature/adult accessory. The only things I was gonna put in it were pictures and lunch money. So, I begged Grandma for it.
Grandma agreed to buy it but wanted to keep it separate from her grocery basket. She told me to hang on to it. I put it in my back pocket to see how it felt to carry it and told myself I'd grab it when we get to the line. Well, fast forward... Grandma paid for all the groceries and we walked out of the store. When I sat down in the car, I felt this weird, bulky, uncomfortable feeling under my booty. Then it hit me! And I pulled it out and said "Grandma... Im sorry. I forgot this was in my back pocket. It's the wallet!" Then Grandma said "Oh shoot! Well, I ont feel like goin back in now. Just hang on to it."
Well... Grandma never mentioned it again. BUT... in my 7yo mind... I knew I had stolen it and the police would be looking for me. So after a couple days... I just threw it in our trash bin outside, in tact with the tag and everything. I never even took it to school or used it at all. I dont even think I told Grandma I threw it away. All I knew... is that I didnt want to be caught with a stolen wallet in my pocket!
P.S. to Readers: Yes, I did say 'my booty' earlier. That's what I used to say back then. Now... I say "butt" when referring to my own bottom. But I was sharing the story as I recalled it from a 7yo mind. So... "booty".
P.S. to Grandma: Sorry for snitching!!
Confession Friday ("Kindergarden")
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I was in high school when I learned that it was "Kindergarten" and not "Kindergarden".
(I was there for my lil Bro's Kindergarten registration. It was an "Oh Wowww!" moment for me. Idk how I missed that all those years.)
Plus, "Kindergarten Cop" was one of my favorite movies when I was 6. I really dont know how I didnt know better until my mid-teens.
Confession Friday (Bachelor Pad)
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My bachelor days were incredibly unsophisticated!
For a time in my 20s, I lived by myself in a two bedroom apt. There was one Bathroom, a Kitchen, and a huge Living room (enough for dining space). Here is how my apt was setup:
Kitchen: Microwave-Meals Only
Living Room: I only had a card table and four chairs that came with it. This is where I ate. And I had a lamp. I didnt have any other furniture or TV or anything for entertainment.
The 'Guest Room': Totally empty.
My Bedroom: A Queen-sized bed and a Twin-sized bed. A decent-sized TV. Regular bedroom furniture and decor (Dressers, Wall pictures/paintings, etc). I did hang a huge mirror directly over the bed. After a while, I moved that mirror from ceiling and hung it on the wall where the side of the bed was up against.
Bathroom: My bathroom was super nice... as far as cleanliness... not so much for aesthetics. I easily had the most upkept bathroom out of pretty much anyone... guys amd girls. I cleaned my bathroom daggone nearly every day. And I mean... hands and knees cleaning. In my mind, it was the most important room of the house -- to Girls!... So I knew if a chick went to used the bathroom and felt comfortable, esp at a single Man's crib... then I knew I was 'in there'!
When a Date would come over, we'd be forced to go into my bedroom if the plan was to watch a movie. I'd always offer to bring a chair from the living room, but most times the response was "I dont mind sitting on your bed..." - to which I was secretly like "Sweeeet!" My explanation for two beds in one room was that if company wanted to stay over (too tired or drunk or whatever else) but wasnt comfortable sleeping with me in my bed... they could sleep on the guest bed, and still watch TV with me.
Eventually I got around to furnishing the place... Couch, TV, Bar, & decor in Living Room, a new bed + decor in the Guest Room. I mean, my plan was working -- intentionally not having an 'entertainment setup' in my Living Room got Dates to come to my bedroom to relax. I admit... that sometimes a Date and I would stay in the living room and play cards at the card table or boardgames or just talk. But most of the time, TV in the bedroom was okay. The only real reason I bought furniture for the other rooms was because I had feedback from a few people that I seemed unclassy or broke for having all that space with nothing in it. Someone said if I couldnt afford more furniture, then I should have opted for a Studio Apt! So... I got my place together.
I had only lived alone for maybe a year and a half. Before and after that, I had a roommate.
Okay. That is all
Confession Friday (Pizza Thief)
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I was an accomplice to stealing pizza from an 8 year-old.
My Friend, John, and I were about 16. We were at the Jazz Festival in Richmond VA at Brown's Island. They had a ton of food vendors at the festival. One of them was a local pizza shop. I cant recall the name of the shop, but they had a station on one side of the festival along with the other eateries. The Owner's 8y/o Son was in the middle of the mix of the festival traffic on the other side selling whole pizza pies.
The Kid had a stack of like 5 pizza pies, and was shouting "Pizza! $8! Pepperoni or Cheese!" My Friend, John, grabbed one of the pizza pies off the stack and asked the Kid "How much?" The Kid replied "$8." John said "No, this one is free." And then John walked away with the pizza. I was so shocked! The Kid looked so helpless and worried. He definitely didnt know what to do, and his Dad was on the other side at the hut. I told the Kid to hang on while I go get John.
When I tried to convince John to go back and pay, or return the pizza, all he said was "Nah Jaye. Im not doing that. So do you want some or nah?" And I grabbed a slice, started eating it, and kept walking with him (away from the Kid).
I felt bad, but I didnt do anything. So while this is mostly John's confession and Im low-key dry snitching right now, I still have some guilt over it. That's probably why I cant resist any Kid selling cookies outside of Walmart. I ALWAYS buy something... and a lot of times I buy cookies that I dont even eat, just because I be thinking about the Pizza Kid, and I hope in some way it redeems my prior negligence and complicity.
Confession Friday (Cougar)
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I once dated a woman twice my age.... I was 19, she was 37.
I was Manager at a movie rental store (Hollywood Video). One day, the store got a random call from a Customer asking to speak to the Manager. The Rep gave me the phone, but the Customer didnt mention to the Rep why she wanted to speak to me.
ME: Hello, this is Jayé.
CUSTOMER: Is this the store manager?
ME: Yes. How can I help you today?
CUSTOMER: Is this the good-looking, smooth bald head, handsome smile manager?
ME: Uhh. Yes it is...... Umm. I dont know what say. Im blushing. What can I do for you?
CUSTOMER: Glad I can make you blush, Jayé. I come in there all the time. Im normally in my job uniform. <describes her uniform>. Do you know who I am?
ME: Yes, of course. You're Mrs. Carter! I know all of my favorite customers! What's going on?
CUSTOMER: I normally dont do this. And forgive me if Im being too forward. But I find you very attractive. And I was hoping you're single. And if so, I wanna see if you're interested in going out. I clean up real nice when Im not working.
ME: I must admit, Im very flattered, Mrs. Carter! Wow! Uhh... sure. I'm down --
CUSTOMER: Im not married. So it's not "Mrs." You can call me Jasmine. I know that you're younger than me, but Im okay with that if you are.
ME: Okay, Jasmine. Bet! Let's get together.
<end of phone call>
Jasmine and I hung out and it was like a 'fling thing', if you will... so nothing serious. We had never really discussed our families or personal lives or anything like that. But after a few times of adulting, she shared some information with me that persuaded me to put the kibosh on continuing anything with her. She told me she had an 18y/o Son and a 17y/o Daughter, who were a Senior and Junior at the high school that I graduated from a year prior. Jasmine didnt know I had graduated from that high school. And I didnt ask Jasmine for her Son & Daughter's names, because I didnt wanna know! I felt like... I probably tried to holla at her 17y/o Daughter at some point, or I probably played basketball with her 18y/o Son. So, with that information, I had to skate! I called things off in a very polite and amicable way... but Jasmine had no idea that the reason I ended thigs was because I was afraid that I knew her Children. And I wouldnt have been able to look them in the eye, knowing that I was 'hanging out' with their Mom.
THEN... THREE DAYS LATER (after the 'break-off')...
Jasmine strolled into my store dressed in a short red skirt, knee-high boots, a torso-hugging blouse, her face was made-up, accessories... the works! *Note: Jasmine had always worn her uniform when she came into the store and no make-up or earrings or anything, so this was out of character for her. In addition, she brought a date with her! Someone I'd never seen before. He was like 6'2" & 210lbs muscular, bald-headed, clean shaven face, medium brown-skinned, and he had two earrings in his left ear. For reference... at the time... I was 5'9" 165lbs scrawny, bald-headed, clean shaven face, medium brown-skinned and I had two earrings in my left ear. So I felt like she was tryna show me that she can get a New-and-Improved version of me any time she wanted. She introduced us (Me as the Manager and Him as a Friend). His handshake grip was super strong.... like, I almost stole on the guy for tryna break my hand! Haha. Nah it was cool, though. I just laughed to myself. Jasmine continued to come into the store after that to get movies. So, everything was chill and peaceful.
*P.S. Of course, her real name is not Jasmine Carter. So dont try searching through my Friends/Followers trying to figure out who she was!
Confession Friday (Gap No Gap)
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I used to have a gap between my two front teeth. Now I dont.
When my permanent teeth matured, I had a gap in my front teeth. While it didnt make for a necessary target of middle school ridicule, it was nonetheless still very noticeable.
In my 20s, my Dentist casually mentioned he could close the gap by using some kind of composite bonding stuff. I took him up on it.
People compliment me about my smile all the time and how 'perfect' they think my teeth are. I am warmed and thankful for any compliment I receive. But I'm confessing that this aint my natural smile. I have to get the composite touched up every other year to make sure everything is straight.
Also, I have to peel an apple first. Because if I bite straight into an apple too harshly, the skin of the apple may be too hard and could chip/break the composite and have me looking like I caught a mean elbow to the face.
P.S. If anyone is looking for a smile model... holla atcha your boy!
Confession Friday (Two Earrings)
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I used to to rock two earrings in my left ear... because of a mistake.
I turned 13 right before Spring Break in the 8th grade. And in my day, Spring Break was always the time to buy at least one pair of shoes or an outfit, or a different haircut, or something else new to come back to school with. Well, even though my hairline was receding a lil, my waves were spinning like the twilight zone symbol... so I didnt want a new haircut. And we didnt have the $ to buy new clothes/shoes mid-year. So, my idea was that I was gonna kill the game by getting my ear pierced!
I went to a booth in Cloverleaf Mall (*a super hood mall*) in the middle of the hall. I believe it was a Piercing Pagoda. No shots at them as a company, but the Lady that day messed up! She drew a dot on my earlobe and put the gun on my ear & and clamped. BUT... she missed the center of dot and the earring ended up being noticeably off near the corner of my lobe. I cant recall for sure if she asked/offered to do it over. She did explain that my earlobe was thick and when she applied more pressure, she believed that's when the gun placement slightly shifted (and she didnt realize it). But I know I said I was OKAY with it and accepted it 'as is'. I rocked the one lazy earring for 2 years.
By the time I was 15, I had grown pretty dissatisfied with having an earring with a gangsta lean. I considered taking that earring out and letting the hole close, and try to redo a piercing in the center of my lobe. But then the light bulb in my head went off! I decided to keep that earring, but get an additional piercing off on the opposite side of the center of my earlobe. NOTE: This was 1999... Two earrings on one ear (without earrings on the other ear) was not a popular thing in Richmond, VA. So yea, I was a trendsetter. Shut up. It was fly! Chicks dug it! Ask bout me!
Anyhoo... I mainted the two earrings in my left ear until I was 30, when I decided they didnt fit me (my image/style/etc) any longer. I havent worn them since.
Oh... if you must know...
In my teen years, I rocked combinations of diamond studs, ball studs, and hoop earrings. I think I may have put in a dangly Cross jank in there for a lil bit. In my 20s, I only wore diamond studs.
But allow me to repeat myself: It was fly! Chicks dug it! Ask bout me!
Confession Friday (Blue Dress Girl)
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Way way wayyyy back in the day, when drinking and clubbing were every-weekend activities, I was definitely a super prick (when I was intoxicated). This is one example. >>>
After the club let out, my buddy Paul and I decided to linger around outside, along with all the other people. We were standing by a bench when a couple girls rolled up next to us. I whispered something like this in Paul’s ear…
“Yo. Don’t look now… but directly behind you… blue dress… it is the most amazingly fitting dress I’ve ever seen… and shortie has the baddest body I’ve ever seen... her shape will blow your mind… it’s perfect!! BUT, I gotta warn you… she is also the ugliest person on this planet!! I’m talkin oogly boogly ugly! It is such a waste of that beautiful dress.”
Paul turned around to look. And the girl was staring him directly in the face with a super mean mug. She was standing like inches away from us and she heard EVERYTHING I had said. In my intoxicated state, I apparently wasn’t whispering at all, I was speaking in my regular voice. And also, she was definitely closer to us than I had realized. But… right after I said those things to Paul, I walked away because something else had caught my attention. So when he actually turned around to see the girl and catch her glaring eye-stare back at him, I wasn’t even there. He tried to apologize on my behalf and blame it on the alcohol, but of course she wasn’t trying to hear that. Luckily for me, she didn’t try to say anything to me or start a scene with Paul at all. She just walked away. Paul found me and told me what had happened. He was sooo mad at me. <end of story>
I admit that Paul and I had a good laugh over that situation. Not because of the ridicule against the girl. But because of my own ridiculousness of being that intoxicated. I definitely do not condone that kind of behavior from anyone (including myself) and I have no defense for my own actions at that time. What I do have… are a lesson-learned experience and a memory that served as self-encouragement to do better and be better.
P.S. To the Blue Dress Girl… if you are my Friend/Follower/Fan on social media, and this story is just now making you realize that I was the culprit that night… I truly, genuinely, and most sincerely apologize. I hate that YOU had to be one of the experiences that it took for me to recognize certain things about myself. But please know that it helped me to mature. Also… please still come to my shows!
Confession Friday (Stripper Party)
One time, I was the life of a stripper party... while avoiding all the strippers.
Four score and seven years ago... I attended a celebration at a friend's house. At this celebration, he had strippers over. I ended up playing the role of the illest Hype Man ever! When the dancers started doing their thing... I was doing most of the 'encouragement', by yelling some of the most ridiculous things I could think of. Here's one example of some direction I gave them: "Throw it in a circle. Come on, 360 it! Now, throw it in a half circle... Come on, 180 it! Now tic-tic with it. Lemme see u hit them corners. Gimme a trapezoid!" Everybody was rolling! I cant go thru everything I said, cuz I dont remember all of it. But I do know... it was all super ridiculous and it had folks trippin! I even cracked myself up half the time when I was saying stuff!
HOWEVER.... At the time... Me and Michelle (my Now-Wife) had just become Boyfriend and Girlfriend. So I didnt actually dance with any of the strippers or let them dance on or even near me. I stood in the corner by myself in plain sight and just screamed everything to them. After every couple phrases of encouragement, I shouted "My Girlfriend's name is Michelle! My Girlfriend's name is Michelle!", just to remind everyone why I was being so reclusive. I remained in that corner the whole time because I didnt want anyone to ever be able to say they caught me slippin. Everyone who was there could testify that I didnt touch and wasnt touched by any dancer, and I didnt move from my spot. Plus, I didnt know everyone there at the party. So if either of them happened to know Michelle, they wouldnt be able to report anything bad.
*End of story*
P.S.s
1. I no longer care to attend stripper parties or strip clubs. -- Neither MY Faithwalk nor my Wife will allow it.
2. Yes, I told my Wife this story after the night it happened. We are good.
Confession Friday (Bad Barber)
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A barber cut my hair so bad, it made me cry real tears.
I was 9 years old. By that point… I had always rocked the Even-Steven low cut and my waves were poppin! But, in my 4th grade year, I wanted an Afro. So, I went on for months without getting a haircut. In the summer, right before 5th grade, I asked Ma to take me to the barbershop. I had the intention of only getting a round-up for my hairline, because my Fro was coming along nicely. Mom dropped me off and said she’ll be back. Cool.
I walked in and all of the barbers were busy, except one. It was a female barber who I had never seen before. So I didn’t go to her. I just sat down in a waiting chair. Then she yelled out to me ‘Hey, you’re waiting on someone in particular?” I was like “Nah”. She was like “Come on, I’m free. I can cut you.” I was like “You sure?” She laughed and was like “Yea, come on.” And so, I went and sat in her barber chair. She asked me what I wanted. I said “a Shape-Up”. She said “Cool” and put the barber cape thing around me and grabbed some clippers. The first thing she did was hack off hair on the side of my head. Immediately I was shocked and thinking to myself “What the heck!!!???”, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. I was 9. My Mommy wasn’t there. And this was an Adult Female Barber. I kept quiet. Then she continued to cut all the hair on both sides and the back of my head, leaving all of that bald. And she light skimmed hair on the top of my head used some scissors to make it even. In the end, she gave me a Flat-Top haircut (like Kid and Play: Mine was more like Play’s height). When she finished cutting, she was sooo proud. I mean, she was smiling, excited to turn me around to the mirror and give me the other handheld mirror so I could see the back. I was super saiyan furious! But still, I didn’t know how to express my feelings correctly. So, I just smiled and said “Thank You”.
Barber told me the cost, but I let her know that my Mom was coming back to get me and that she had the money. Minutes later, when Mom arrived, I told the Barber that I saw Mom’s car pull up so I’ll go outside and come right back. Barber was like “OK”. When I got to Mom’s car, the first thing Mom said was “What is that?” with a real confused look on her face. I got in the car and sat down and was like “Ma, drive off!” Mom was like “What, did you pay him?” I was like “Naw Ma. It was Lady Barber and she messed my hair up. This aint what I asked for! I don’t wanna pay her.” So then Ma said something about wanting to go in there and give the Lady a piece of her mind for screwing up. But I convinced Mom to calm down and not make a scene and just leave without paying her. *Of course… after that, we never went back to that barbershop.
When I got home and had time to be alone and look at myself in the mirror in my bedroom… I cried. I hated my hair. I already knew that the kids at the playground, the basketball court, and in school were gonna tease the crap outta me. I wanted to go back to the barbershop and head-butt that Lady for doing that to me.
Confession Friday (TomGirl)
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Growing up, I was sort of a 'tomgirl' in some ways.
Here's the setting: Mommy and Grammy raised me. My Brother was 5 years older than me, so we werent in the same "let's hang together" age range. My Sister was 1 year younger than me, so we definitely were in the same 'hangout' age range. So there you have it... I spent a lot of time playing games with my Sister! Here are some of my tomgirl activities:
- I played House ALL THE TIME with my Sister. And a lot of times... it was ME initiating the game with her.
- I baked cakes in Sister's Easy Bake Oven... even when Sis didnt help out.
- I won block/neighborhood contests in Hula Hoop, Skip-It, and Jumprope... and if I remember correctly, I was the only boy in the competitions. I could never win Double Dutch or Hopscotch, but I tried.
- I combed, brushed, and braided/plaited my Sister's baby dolls' hair.
- I was a gimp master. How you want it... Butterfly, Triangle, Brick, Twist? Ya boy was nice
^^Those^^ are all the things I can remember off top. But dont let that fool you! Aside from those things...
- I climbed trees
- I played basketball (and I was nice wit it)
- Nobody could see me in pencil-fighting
- I destroyed errybody on Mortal Kombat (Sega Genesis) and Killer Instinct (Super Nintendo)
- I got into several fights as a kid, usually because someone said something about my Sister that I didnt like
So... while tomgirlish, I was still a boyly boy. Shut Up!
Confession Friday (Crack Run)
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I ran home crying after being offered crack cocaine.
I was 4 years old. We lived in the projects (for my RVA folks... it was Hillside Court in Southside). Mom had raised us on "Just say 'NO' to drugs".
So, I was at the playground one day with my big Brother (9 years old). He was doing his thing with kids his age. I was in another area with my 4 & 5 year old friends. At this playground, it was absolutely super rare to see White kids there. Out of nowhere, a group of White boys (3 of em, who all looked around 10y/o) came over to me. One kid opened his hand and exposed a whole handful of a white powder substance and he asked me "Hey do you want some crack?" I said "NO!" and I took off running. I heard them having a ball laughing as I ran home.
I told Mommy what had just happened and I how scared I was. She wiped my face and told me I did the right thing. My Brother came bustin in like a minute later, wondering what was going on, because he saw me as I was running from the playground and crying. I explained what went down. Then he busted out laughing. I was confused. Mom was confused. And Bro was like "Dummy... that wasnt crack. Werent you in the sandbox?" I was like "Yea." Then Bro went on to point out that the kid scooped up white sand from the sand box. In my defense... I was 4! And while I was aware that crack was a white powder... it wasnt like I had lessons on crack identification and I didnt immediately recognized that what the kid had in his hand was the stuff I was sitting in. Big Bro didnt hear what the kid said to me though, so he had assumed they said something mean and what not and he was gonna go back and "put them in their place". But after hearing everything... we all just called it a day and stayed home.
Confession Friday (Wife Labor Trick)
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I tricked my Wife into doing some manual labor (involving furniture) because I had remembered that she was handy with tools.
BACKSTORY. A year ago or so... Wife asked me to assemble some bookshelves we were gifted with. I put one together and stalled/procrastinated on the other. She got fed up with waiting on me and one day... she put the other bookshelf up all by herself. Then she made the mistake of bragging to me about it, and posting on social media about her knowing how to do things and being able to do them without me. But at the time, she didnt realize that her boasts were a mistake. But I told her then... "This will come back on you!" And it recently happened!
Also a while ago, I assembled this fancy desk in her home office. It was not an easy task and it took me hours to complete. A couple weeks ago, Wife began plans for some home office upgrades that required all furniture to be removed from the room. But the desk couldnt easily be taken out of the room, because of its size and shape. However, the desk was assembled in sections, so pieces of it could be detached so that it could be removed from the room.
So... when Wife asked me to break the desk down and take it out the room so the improvements could take place, I said "Baby, it took me HOURS AND HOURS to put this thing together! I really dont want to break it down. Can we just work around it? We can slide it to different parts of the room while we work on the improvements." Then Wife pointed out that all I had to take apart were two sections and it should be good to go. Then I hit her with "But Princess... I dont wanna mess things up. I will need to find the assembly instructions and see if they include a breakdown procedure. And if not I will need to work backwards from this point where I connected these sections." However, the disassembly was pretty obvious, just from looking at it. Little did Wife know... the whole time that I was giving all these excuses, I was recalling the way she put the bookshelf together after waiting on me.... so I already had it in mind that she was gonna break down the desk herself.
And sure enough... days after I gave excuses for not doing it... I came home and Wife had a big 'ol smile on her face. She said "Husband... look! I took the desk sections apart and moved them to the other room!" She was so excited. Out loud, I said "Oh wowww, Princess!! Awesome job! Look at you, you are so amazing!" But to myself I said, "Hahahaha! Plan worked! That's what you get for bragging about the bookshelves a year ago."
I LOVE YOU, WIFE!!
Confession Friday (NY Durangos)
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In one day, I blew a week’s worth of spending money – that was meant for food – all on a pair of shoes.
10th Grade. My high school class went on a field trip to New York for a week. I had never been to NY before, but I had heard how exclusive their gear was. Everybody used to talk about how shopping for clothes and things like that were wayyy better in NY. So, before going on the trip, I had made up my mind that I was going to do some shopping while I was in NY. However, I only had $135.
On Day 1, I spent maybe $10 on breakfast, leaving me with $125. After breakfast, we went to the shops. Some students bought things, some students window-shopped. I should have window-shopped too! But I came across a store (I can’t remember the name) that had these light tan sweet-looking Durango boots (the ‘dressy’ kind, not the cowboy kind). I wanted them. At the time (circa year 2000), I don’t recall seeing those types of boots in malls in Richmond, VA. So, I had to have them! They were $120. I had just enough money. I thought very long and hard for 2 seconds and then I asked for a Size 12. And wouldn’t ya know it… they had em in stock! I bought them… with a grand smile on my face. Oh, I was so happy! I just knew I was about to kill the game when I got back to Richmond cuz no one was gonna be rockin boots like those. I proudly walked out of that shop with my bag in hand… struttin as we continued visiting stores in Manhattan.
Then the afternoon/evening came, and it was time to eat again. I reached in my pocket, only to find $1 and some coins. All my shoe happiness turned into “I-wish-I-was-invisible” embarrassment. So, I quietly asked some close friends if they had a few dollars they could give me so that I could eat that eve. Some didn’t have any $ to give, and some could only give a $1 or $2. I was able to come up with enough for a meal that evening. All good. BUT… there were more days after that!
Day 2 and the rest of week… I couldn’t continue to go back to the same group of close friends for food $ because it was cutting into their spending money. So, I had to open up and ask other friends and classmates for $ to cover meals. And of course… it was definitely some “Bruh… Didn’t you buy some Durangos on the first day here… and talking a bunch about how you gonna be the ish when you get back home? And now you aint got no $? Already!!??” And truth be told… they were absolutely correct. But I was just like “Bruh, do you got $5 or do you don’t got $5?” So yea… my stupidity and brokeness was one of the field trip gossips. However, Friends and Classmates did look out and I was able to eat every day and participate in activities that required out-of-pocket $.
Oh but when we got back home though... I put together some dope outfits with my new Durangos! I mean... I didn't have any new clothes... hahaha. I just recycled some old clothes and tried different shirts and jeans/pants combos that I hadn't worn together before.... because I didn't have shoes that would make the outfit look tight. But those Durangos boy.... they were fly!
And before you say anything... Shut Up!!
Confession Friday (Body Sanitizer)
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Instead of showering/bathing one time, I cleaned myself with hand sanitizer in a rest area bathroom. And then I sprayed myself with cologne.
I was 19. On a Friday, A friend and I drove from Richmond, VA to Columbia, SC to hang out with my older brother down there. We were supposed to head back to RVA Sunday morning because I had to work Monday.
However, when Sunday morning came.... we decided to drive to Atlanta since it was only 3.5 hours away, and we hadnt been there before. We didnt know anyone in ATL and had no idea of what to do when we got there. We didnt even have GPS! But we pushed on anyway... purely for the story/experience. We got a map from a gas station and hit the road. All we did in ATL was visit a couple malls (we learned their locations by asking random people on the street for directions) and we ate somewhere.
We left from ATL somewhere around 9pm to head back to RVA. From looking at maps, we estimated that Drive time between ATL & RVA was about 9 hours. So the plan was to get back home by 6am, take a power nap, then get up at 8am and shower and get ready for work by 9am. Things didnt work out like that! I got super sleepy on the road back... so I kept pulling off the highway and taking naps in the car. Before we knew it, it was 7am and we were still in North Carolina, about 2 hours away from RVA.
I had a meeting at 9am at my job that I absolutely could not miss, or else I would lose my job. So, I didnt really have time to go home and shower before coming to the office. So... my bright idea was to stop at a rest area, and wipe myself down (head-to-toe) with hand sanitizer that I kept in the car, and spray on some cologne.... Then head straight to work; no stops, no change of clothes.... And just go home after the mtng to bathe & return. So, that's what I did.
(1) I have never done and will never do that again.
(2) Hand sanitizer really stings when you rub it on certain areas of the body. #BeleeDat
(3) Kids... dont try this at home!