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Cause Baby I’m a Thug

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Cause Baby I’m a Thug

Ok, so I trust that all y’all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I did until…. I will get to that in a moment. My Thanksgiving was great. I hung out with my sister. We went to see Widows with Viola Davis. If you haven’t seen it already, it’s worth going to check it out.

But anyway on Friday night I went out with one of my girlfriends. We went to hear some live music. I love a good band. We were sitting at the bar talking, drinking and vibing to the music, waiting for the band to start. Minding our own business. So, this guy walks in. He was about 5’4” or maybe 5’6” but I don’t believe he was that much taller than me. He was high yella as your elders would say with freckles covering his entire face. He had this scraggly sandy brown beard. He was wearing some sort of starter jacket, hanging off your butt brown khaki pants and a white Tee. I could swear when he passed me I heard Trick Daddy “Cause Baby I’m a thug” playing. So not my type!!

He sat on the other side of my friend at the bar and he was staring intently at me. I didn’t think much of it we were in our own little world, but the guy kept staring at me. You know the kind of stare where it gives you the heebie-jeebies. I finally said hello because obviously, he wanted something. He said hello and then said I looked like his cousin. I said to my friend I get that a lot. He was like no you really do. So, I asked if he had a photo being as this was the age of the cell phone camera. He showed me and I was like I don’t look nothing like that girl. We all laughed and joked a bit and then started listening to the band.

After a while, I turned back to the bar to reach for my drink. Then mister tried to hand me his phone so I could put my phone number in it. I was like I’m good and declined. He then finished his drink abruptly. My friend asked him if he was leaving. He informed her that he was after he goes to the bathroom. He came back from the bathroom and stopped by my chair. He placed his hand down on the bar and got in my face. That’s when the odor hit me. I don’t know what it was but it was a cross between funky and some sort of cleaning product. I was trying to back up a bit but there was someone on the other side of me. On the hand that he placed on the bar, he had two big championship rings. He was saying something about them telling me what schools, teams etc. they were from but I couldn’t pay attention because that odor kept slapping me in the face. What he said next floored me. As he was pointing to the rings and bragging he said “You messed up” Meaning because he was a champion and had those rings I should have been falling all over him.

I wanted to curse his high yellow ass out, but I heard in my ear that song“Cause baby I’m a thug” and I left well enough alone. I turned to my friend after he left and told her what happened. She was like what!! Then I had to ask do I give off a vibe that I’m materialistic? But then I remembered where I was. Atlanta is Black Hollywood. Everyone is trying to style and profile. This is the land of plastic, fake, let me get rich quick, getting over, trying to come up by any means necessary!!! Just because I’m not materialistic there are some many other women who are. I ain’t knocking you if that’s your hustle. I’m just saying, it ain’t me!!!

Until next time, enjoy the journey!

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