On everything I Love. I was on the bus from DC to NY on New Years Eve.
This dude, sitting next to me after the Philly stop, was sipping
something in a 16 oz Pepsi bottle. He then gets up and announces
that he wants to "start a gambling jawn, on the bus, give the driver 20%, who's in?"
He was an older cat, with a fedora, glasses.
Dude in the back is like "sit that shit down and shut the fuck up."
This cat, got a puff coat on, with fur around the collar, looking like Baby
with a tattoo tear. And fearless.
You know how you can TELL that a person don't care about shooting into
a crowd. BAD for me, because I was sitting next to The Gambler.
I'm like. Lawd, we are an hour away, please, its New Years Eve. Come on boo.
So.
Dude in the back is like "Sit down OG, ain't nobody trying to hear that."
Gambling dude, is like "What, I'm trying to make some money, we can all make
some money, give 20% to the driver." Before I know it, these cats are standing up.
In fact, there are four Black men, standing up, on the middle of the bus, the lights
on are at this time. The Gambler, stood up, reaching into his pocket, he was
holding something.
The Baby looking dude, was like "What, whatchu gone do, watchu got?" He had that wild
Freeway, "Who you" look in his eye.
Another man was was pleading, "My kids are on this bus, don't do this." It was
really bugged out to see these four Black men, to see Black masculinity be
performed and navigated in this instance.
Ummm hmmmp.
Philly.
In some ways it was familiar, in some was it was absurd. It worked out.
But really. On the bus ock?
Reminds me of how rap songs, be A song, but when faced with the
real life issue of, "Do he have a gun?" it is totally different.
