This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac
White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floatin on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what for'?
~ Ciara / Oh
He would sometimes change his story
ReplyDeleteor attitude about the choices he
made.
Or tell me about how he couldn't
ReplyDeletewrite about the things he used to
write or think about. He seemed
lost, trapped almost.
He seemed as good as Adapting to
ReplyDeletea situation or crowd as I was, or
am.
( at Adapting )
ReplyDeleteIn some ways we shared the same
ReplyDeleteBackground.
In some ways, his friends were
ReplyDeletea lot like mine.
But I never saw that it was us
ReplyDeletetogether in the first place.
That was the Connection.
He would often ask for my opinion,
ReplyDeletewhich I never realised mattered too
much.
He would invite me to events, but
ReplyDeleteI never dared to take it too
seriously.
He could be as Indirect as I can
ReplyDeletebe, asking me to arrange some
meeting with someone or
about something.
I guess behaviour like that stems
ReplyDeletefrom us both being the Youngest
in the Family.
I'm trying to figure out why I
ReplyDeletesometimes feel so responsible
towards him, while he was the one
to tell me that any guy of a
certain age can take care of
himself fine,
~ French fries!
ReplyDeleteLater.
ReplyDeleteLv!
I'm lucky that my Parents hardly
ReplyDeleteput any pressure on me, while
making my choices.
Subconsciously maybe, my Family
ReplyDeleteis a bit disappointed that I moved
quite far away from Them.
I can act quite competetive, but at
ReplyDeleteleast I didn't have to join a
certain type of sorority for it.