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Leonard Washington hit too close to home. When I was little my friend had a step dad name Vincent. That dude used to yell at us for everything. Was in a perpetual bad mood and was always talkin wit a cigarette in his mouth. I went over there one morning and was waiting for my friend. He hit me with the, "You waiting for that lil' nikka?" I said yeah. He said, "go get some corn-flakes lil' nikka. Yall need to eat breakfast and be healthy and shyt. Make sure yall wash ya ass so you don't smell like pee like that lil' nikka in there" He said all that shyt with a KOOL hangin out his mouth and a damn leopard robe, lol. He always had that Leonard Washington scowl. He showed up in a dashiki with a bucket of KFC one day wit a scowl on his face, "Eat lil' Nikkas"

Its just funny thinkin about that dude. Wish I had a pic or something. I asked my sister if she remember him, and she was like, "the dude that look like Rakim?" . I don't remember that much, but two other times that stood out were when he whooped my friend for the Dukes of Hazzard set this time he had to watch us(me, my friend, his sister and a couple of their cousins. The Dukes of Hazzard shyt was funny because my friend loved "Dukes of Harry" as he called it. He had this Dukes of Hazzard big wheel for his birthday and Vincent went ballistic. He didn't yell, but he lit a cig and said some shyt under his breath. I didn't know what he said, but when we went home, my dad told my mom, he said, "Using my money for that God damn, cracker shyt" One of the first times I remember hearing that word. When I saw my friend open that hot wheels set, I knew he was gonna get it. My friend was loud as hell putting that shyt together. Vincent rolled in there with that robe on and cig in his mouth. He was like, GOD DAMNIT put that shyt up. My friend kept rolling the car down the track. Vincent grabbed the loop off the damn track and beat his ass with it. My friend was just holding his butt afterward, and Vincent quietly walked away. He closed the door then opened it again and looked back with that cig in his mouth. I remember this vividly. He said in that low voice like Leonard Washington, "Wash ya ass because it smell like pee in here, and I know you pissed ya self. Gone now, and change them damn sheets before I have to beat ya ass again". He was right though, it smelled like piss and my friend had already tried to hide the sheets before I got there. While I was waiting for him to take a bath, Vincent went in on his mom.

Another time, I had to go over there because my mom was having my little brother, so I was sitting there, then my friend's cousins showed. These three girls. Two of them were always trying to be mean and the other one was always trying to kiss me. We played a while, then Vincent came out with a tall can of Bull and a cig in his mouth with that damn robe on. My friend said, "Vincent is home???" Vincent was like, "yeah nikka, everybody get sick." Now yall be quiet and take a nap. Ya mama will bring yall some lunch soon. He was like, I mean it, take ya asses to sleep. So we were in the living room all laying on sofas and the floor trying to be quiet. The girls kept giggling because my friend was makin faces and fart noises. The one cousin kept holding my hand and trying to kiss me. We were like 5 so we couldn't be quiet. Vincent came back in there and just stood there. The girl didn't see him and kept trying to grab me. Vincent said, "I told yall lil nikkas its nap time. I want to see some shut eyes or I'm gonna line ya asses up. And Courtney, get ya grubby hands off that lil nikka. Nobody want yo hands on them." When he turned around, he was like, I don't wanna hear no back talk. I can hear ya eyes rollin'." My friend just busted out laughing. Vincent came back and whooped his ass, with that cigarette hanging out his mouth, lol.

I just don't remember that much. I remember him getting pissed off about them not watching The Fall Guy or he would just turn the tv when football was on, like my dad did. He used to have my dad rollin'. Whenever I watch baby boy and Snoop looked back and said, "I hate you too lil' nikka" I think of Vincent too. Perpetual scowl, but he had that cigarette and low voice and was controllin' shyt like Leonard Washington. Now that I think back, its funny. Dudes decor was them big ass slave spoons on the wall and some damn, Buddhas and cobras. Had some of them black nude sculptures too, lol. Dude was a little afrocentric. Explains the hate for the Dukes. Damn, lol that made me think of the time my friend chipped one of his cobras, lol. I waited with my friend for hours in his room. Doom was coming, lol.

 

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I wish I had more stories about Vincent and them slave spoons in that house. Was trying to think if I remember anything else like that. I do recall the first time I found out what sex was around this time. My parents had dropped my sister and I off at my grandmother's house, which was out of town for us. They had to go see my other grandmother in the hospital. My grandmother's house was where all the older cousins would move after they got kicked out or was 18 and they parents kicked them out. My parents were kind of unaware, but we got an eye full of this 80s fukkery. So we got there kinda late and it was like immediately bed time. So we were in this huge room with like 3 beds. My sister and I in one bed. 4 other cousins occupying the other two beds. This was a big ass craftsman house, so it had one hallway and all the rooms was connected by open doorways. So mad people passin through. Teenagers dressed in like Thriller jackets and parachute pants and shyt. Spikes on they wrist. So one of my older cousins came in kinda wobbly and pulls this bag out of the dresser. Was she aware of us being there? Or didn't care. Going to go with didn't care. She pulled out a bag of what I now know as cocaine and took it to the next room and her and this big dude in tight ass leather pants was doing lines. When he wasn't he had a cig in his mouth talkin shyt about somebody. I was like, WTF??? My sister was like, "oooooh, they doin cocaines" After this, they start kissing and come into the room with us. Its dark, but the light in the other room was on so we could see. They just strip down right next to us. This dude's big ass is hanging out and he still got the damn cig in his mouth with a Thriller jacket, talmbout, "Who is this lil' nikka?". Then they just kept going right on my foot. I had to be like 5. My sister was under the cover giggling. This nikka still fukkin with a cig in his mouth. After a few seconds, the light comes on and a broom swings out of nowhere. Wapp!. That cig never missed a beat, still hanging. Like he was cool, he says, "sorry miss Dot, didn't mean to show these lil nikkas nothin. " So they all leave the room and he comes back in and grabs the bag of cocaine and says, "You lil nikkas need to go to sleep, fukkin lil nikka" with that cigarette still in his mouth. Man we like giggled about that shyt all night. The only thing that wasn't funny was that dudes big stankin ass like 3 feet away from my face. My sister kept sayin, "he had a big booty", lol

Question: Why was 80s dudes so angry? My uncle Clyde was like that too.