Winterland Fuckery

Yeah, I know it's not technically winter yet but dammit it shole look like it, so that's what it's a-gonna be, ya dig?

Coo.


So...I was coming back from downtown where I was taking care of some business for La Madre de Reina when I saw this cutie on the same L car as me. Usually, I start sending out all kinds of signals and whatnot but that hasn't really been working for me so I decided to glance back every now and then and let him come to me. I also didn't say anything because he looked like he was tired and/or stoned and/or that he would punch someone out for even saying "boo" to him. He finally caught my eye and grinned. I motioned him to come and sit down next to me (gotta love those two-seaters) but he wouldn't. Ah well. I went back to listening to my iPod.

After a few minutes (and about 4 or 5 stops away from mine) he gets up and sits down in a seat facing me but quite a bit a ways (the L riders know what I'm talmbout. That section right before you get to the end of the car) from me. Again, I motioned (like an idjit) but he mouthed that he was getting off soon, so I said fuck it. He got up and stood by the door but two stops passed and his ass didn't get off. He asked me to come and (like an idjit) I did.

We made small talk, found out each other's names and I asked him if he had a girlfriend.

Him: ...Somethin' like dat.

Now, y'all know I walked off and left his ass, right? I sat my ass right back down and no more than ten seconds passed by before he beckoned me again.

Me: Ain't you supposed to had been off? (Yes, I talk like that from time to time.)

Him: Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you. Step outside with me.

Me: Nigga, are you crazy? It's cold as hayle out there!

Him: Come on, now. Please?

Me: *sighs and steps out onto the platform with him*


The only reason I did as he asked was the fact that we were pretty much in my neighborhood (and I knew a couple of people 'round there in case shit popped off) and we were just one stop away from where I lived. He started talmbout how he had his own car and his own crib and shit.

Him: Where you on yo way to?

Me: HOME.

Him: Whachu doin' afta dat?

Me: Um...eatin' my Italian Beef, thawin' out and goin' ta bed. *laughs*

Him: Why don't chu come kick it wif me fo a while?

Me: *looks at him like he's loco* Kick it wif you where?

Him: At mah criiiiiib. I'll take you where you gotta go and then we can kick it.

Me: Oooh...um...nah. I've had...experiences wif that shit, so...

Him: I ain't li--

Me: I ain't sayin' you are but I'm jus' sayin'.

Him: Iight.

Me: Um...I can be kinda brash so I'ma jus' ask you like this: Are you trying to fuck me or somethin'?

Him: *grins* I mean, I wouldn't mind...

Me: Oh, uhn-uhn! *CTFU*

Him: *laughing* I mean, we adults an' shit, ri'?

I forgot exactly what was said after that. Prolly just small talk and shit.

Him: So what do you do?

Me: *skrong ass side-eye*

Him: I ain't talkin' bout that, girl! Damn! *laughs*

Me: Oh. Um...*proceeds to tell him some shit* What about you?

Him: *beaming* I like to chill, drank, smoke, take care of my son and I got one on the way...


o_0


Me: *soundin' like a LaQuann'a* Oh, uh-UHHHHHHHHHNNNN!! *storms off*

Him: *grabs my hand* Hol' onhol'onhol'on! Lemme guess...no kids?

Me: *shakes my hand away* No kids. Don't see none for the future. Don't even know if I wanna have any. Nice to meet you *starts to walk away*

Him: Damn, it's like dat?

Me: *pats him on the shoulder* Chayeaaaah...Nice to meet cha! *walks off quickly*

What type of shit is that?!? How he gon' try to get at me when he has a child "In utero" as Q said the other day. Both her and my mother agreed on one thing: At least he told me! Can't fault him for that, I guess.


*sighs* It's too bad. I really could've used a dark-skinned Sticky Fangaz/Wesley Pipes hybrid. After all, Wesley is the genius that gave us this video (NSFW, dammit!!)



Sessy, right? Erf. And dude had flat-ass piano keys for teef but somehow, someway it worked. Ah well. Can't win 'em all, right?