When I was like 8 or 9 and I was on the porch playing with toys with my friends and my mom said come in the house for a minute and I said u need to wait … next thing I know my mom had the frying pan going upside my head on the porch
The only thing that stopped my mom from whooping my ass was she said I enjoyed it too much. She wasn't powerful enough to inflict pain on me.Oh, you grew up different. Not hating, that's good. All my folks knew growing up was physical and mental abuse. They tried to be better but it was all they knew.
We was too bad to be put on "restrictions" like you rich niccasGet whooped in ya teens brehs…![]()
When I was like 8 or 9 and I was on the porch playing with toys with my friends and my mom said come in the house for a minute and I said u need to wait … next thing I know my mom had the frying pan going upside my head on the porch
My dad whoop me on my leg when I was thirteen, because I was being smart and my stepmother kept complaining about it. It stung but it didn't stop me from being smart.Nah but I stayed getting slapped down and bodyslammed by my dad as a teen.
Young Neo had a mouth on him and my dad wasn't going for it
One time my dad slapped me so hard I literally fell the the ground. Another time when he was teaching me to drive, he went upside my head.
One time he body slammed me into a wall at an event that a lot of people was at.
Thank God for my daddy. Without him, I would be a much different man today. He kept me on the straight and narrow.
I love that man.
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Oh yeah, I forgot about one time when I was smelling myself and was standing there like I wanted to do something and my dad hit me in the stomach.
I doubled over and fell out on the ground like
I had never been hit that hard before![]()
I had a report card so bad my mom opened the cabinet and started throwing glasses at me. I was Neo in the matrix.Ma Dukes smashed her teacup on the counter and hit me with a right hook to the jaw when I was 15. I was really shocked more than anything. She really put her all into it and that's what hurt more. Looking back she was probably projecting bigger problems onto me being a wise ass.
Degeneracy off the charts when your own Mama says you're enjoying a whooping.The only thing that stopped my mom from whooping my ass was she said I enjoyed it too much. She wasn't powerful enough to inflict pain on me.
Ninth grade, cac took my brother's Gameboy out my locker. How he know the combination?
Four months earlier I told the cac i had his locker in eighth grade, knew the combination and everything. He denied it but apparently it was true. Literally the dumbest decision I ever made.
Later on I was beefing with some other bus riding niccas over super Nintendo games. For a fee, the cac had learned the combination of my ninth grade locker, broke Into it and took my brother's Gameboy and sold it to them. Some other bus riding niccas told me about what happened weeks later.
While in ninth grade my and the same cac got into in English class over an unrelated issue, and he got me isolated from the rest of the class.
Junior year I was waiting for the activity bus after a detention, cac came up front and asked me a question like we was best friends. I should have beat the tit having cac to a pulp (he had a condition where he had breasts in eighth grade, it's on Wikipedia, he wasn't fat), but I let him live.
You weren’t supposed to get caught doing shyt in the first place.We was too bad to be put on "restrictions" like you rich niccas
Dunwoody high liked to throw niccas in jail for fighting yt boys , I couldn't do thatNo shade you should've whooped his ass. I would've had to take the suspension
Ugh, that's trash.Dunwoody high liked to throw niccas in jail for fighting yt boys , I couldn't do that