Rocka and I had an interesting conversation regarding pubic hair which left me wondering: Why are men afraid to let go and shave that nonsense? I'm kind enough to tend the garden so an unsuspecting tongue won't get stuck in the bush. Do you guys have some sort of emotional bond with your pubes? Please enlighten me. I cram to understand. They don't do nothing but hold in heat and funk.
I expressed to him how I'm more willing to partake of the goods if they're cleanly shaven. Am I really asking too much? I certainly don't enjoy horfing up hairballs in between sessions. That's just not sexy. He also informed me that pubes also double as floss. I'm guessing they're good for plaque and fight tartar too. Yes? No?
I'm convinced there must be something about me that reminds these lil hood boys about they mommas. For real.
I'm sittin on the train mindin my gahdamn business. I hear somebody trynna catch my attention. I ignore it the first time. Maybe ole boy'll get the hint. Luck certainly wasn't on my side. He's more vocal this time wanting to know if I heard him. Of course I did, I just chose not to. He wants to know if he can play in my hair. Ummm....HAYLE TO THE NAWLyou bet not touch my hair. He might end up with a missing hand. He wants to sit next to me and I oblige. He's actually a sweet guy. Trynna raise a kid, get a decent job and a GED. G.E.D. He proudly showed me his brand new ID which has his age listed as 21. A fresh 21 being that his bday was last week. *sigh* Why do I end up with the young confused ones? Why I got to be the one to teach and guide? I need somebody that can teach me something. Maybe that's my prollem though; I always think I'm smarter than the next nigga. Why be humble? Shit, I AM smarter than the next nigga. What could this kid possibly have to offer me? Should I even bother to find out? Stay tuned....
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