True Story© - Scarface

True story time...

What some of you might know of me is that I have a sometimes obsessive-to-addictive personality. When I get into shit, I get ALL the way into it.

What you may not know is that my first job was at a Winn Dixie on the way up to 11th grade in 1995 (more on why that matters in a minute).

So I was in the 10th grade before I ever saw the movie Scarface, and I was immediately hooked. Talking like the characters, remembering whole lines and dialogs, copying mannerisms, etc... now that I think back on it, it was probably pretty damned annoying. One Tuesday after school early in the year, my sister took me to the store to pick up my check before going off to work herself. Lord knows WHERE my brother was and mama was at her second job until later in the evening.
I walked to the Conoco on MLK and bought all the Goodies and BC powders they had (brand didn't even matter for what I was doing with it). I pulled the big chair from the living room to the kitchen table and opened ALL the headache powders into this big ass pile on the table on one of my mom's Mary Kay makeup mirrors and made a line off to the left, so as to not disturb the pile.
I proceed to use a rolled-up dollar bill to sniff the line of headache powder, then I went out on the porch and murdered everyone who walked past the house with a submachine gun until my moms came home and WHOOPED my ass.


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