It was the early 90's and my good for nothing dad ,had arranged to take me shopping for my 13th birthday. He said we could go downtown and grab lunch followed by me going shopping with $200. We head to the bus stop to head down and he has me searching on the ground to find bus transfers to use, ol cheap ass nikka. We get downtown, eat and are off to go shop. Now I must be sure to let you all know that this is not a false story, this happened when i was younger and I realized as an adult that this is one of the shadiest days of my life. He says let's go to JW, which was a mix and match jeans, tops, vests spot, shyt was fly back then. Now first off this shyt is cheap as fukk, so for $200 I could have gotten damn near 7 outfits.
We get into the store and low and behold, my cousin Pookie is working. He is the assistant manager. My dad tells me to pick out on outfit to try on, and I already know that the $200 was faker than unicorns. So I grab the fit and go to the dressing room. While I am in the dressing room, my dad comes in and tells me, "yeah my money is tight right now, but Pookie said he will hook you up for your birthday". So I think cool, free outfit, but then what he says next was the most outlandish request of the day. He told me I had to put it on under my outfit and wear it out of the store.
Now mind you this was 1995, I had on a head to toe dikkie suit in full Khaki looking like a custodian, and dikkies are not the loosest fitting shyts around. So I put on this full jhean outfit, and put the dikkie suit over it and I look like a fukking clown. This nikka makes me wait in the dressing room until the coast was clear of the head manager. Pookie, gives this nikka a nod and we are out that bytch,. I look like an overstuffed teddy bear and suspicious as fukk to boot. He said we had to go to a bar where his friend works to get a bag for the clothes. So he takes me their and his guy gives him a thank you grocery bag and directs me to the bathroom. I go in the smallest and dirtiest bathroom I have been in and i have to take my clothes off and the stolen clothes off to put in the bag. shyt was mad grimey. We go back to my grandmas where he lived and my mom picks me up. She says,"Wow he actually got you something for your birthday". I reluctantly said,"yeah, cool huh". This shyt was such a deplorable act, I always wondered how the fukk this nikka thought this was ever a good idea?
We get into the store and low and behold, my cousin Pookie is working. He is the assistant manager. My dad tells me to pick out on outfit to try on, and I already know that the $200 was faker than unicorns. So I grab the fit and go to the dressing room. While I am in the dressing room, my dad comes in and tells me, "yeah my money is tight right now, but Pookie said he will hook you up for your birthday". So I think cool, free outfit, but then what he says next was the most outlandish request of the day. He told me I had to put it on under my outfit and wear it out of the store.
Now mind you this was 1995, I had on a head to toe dikkie suit in full Khaki looking like a custodian, and dikkies are not the loosest fitting shyts around. So I put on this full jhean outfit, and put the dikkie suit over it and I look like a fukking clown. This nikka makes me wait in the dressing room until the coast was clear of the head manager. Pookie, gives this nikka a nod and we are out that bytch,. I look like an overstuffed teddy bear and suspicious as fukk to boot. He said we had to go to a bar where his friend works to get a bag for the clothes. So he takes me their and his guy gives him a thank you grocery bag and directs me to the bathroom. I go in the smallest and dirtiest bathroom I have been in and i have to take my clothes off and the stolen clothes off to put in the bag. shyt was mad grimey. We go back to my grandmas where he lived and my mom picks me up. She says,"Wow he actually got you something for your birthday". I reluctantly said,"yeah, cool huh". This shyt was such a deplorable act, I always wondered how the fukk this nikka thought this was ever a good idea?
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I see, getting in where you fit in. Play on, breh.
