Apparently she ain’t no holla black girl.

Cringe at my own ineptitude. If only I could hold frame; make everything swagie, things would be different.

The moment is gone. Time for the crew to dipset.

We hit up a Denny’s nearby. A bunch of country looking crackers are in the parking lot. They’re getting rowdy AF. I think I spot a sista in the bunch.

Some red gives me the eyes. Tyronne notices. Dosen’t say shit cuz he know I don’t roll like that.

Push through the crowd. Goddamn these crackers reek. What is happening here, some sort of wedding?

Rough shove from behind.

“Move along niggers, this ain’t the Wakanda premier.”

Suddenly feels like I’m at Starbucks.

T gives me the eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

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