Hotep Pussy... Revisited
Y’all remember before I met Mimi and had it stuck in my head to get at a Hotep chick and she wound up slowly ruining my life?
Sure you do.
Lemme remind you.
Caught up now? Let me continue…
So I am chilling at work a couple of weeks ago. I gets a text message from a number I had
apparently not saved or had since deleted.
If you read the link above before continuing here, then you know I
deleted it instead of simply not saving.
Texter: “Peace Yakub”
Me: “Huh?
Who dis?”
Texter: “So you just gon act like you don’t remember
me?”
Me: “Well, I got a new phone/carrier in October.”
Texter: “Oh, okay…
It’s [redacted].”
Me: “OHHH!!!
But, um… Yakub?”
Texter: “Oh, I forgot, you was faking shit. Normal coon-types say ‘hey bighead.’”
Me: “Watch that coon shit, I can block you just
as easily. You were the one who had me
in crocheted pants and shit.”
Texter: “Chill.
I was just checking in on you.
Hadn’t heard from you in a while.
What you been up to?”
Me: “You ain’t miss me, you miss what this mouth
do.”
Texter: “Likewise…
Stop it.”
Me: “Nope.
I’m chillin. Working and raising
a little girl. Got a lady now. You?”
Texter: “Oh…
A lady? Just one?”
Me: “Do I need more?”
Texter: “Of COURSE you do! By the way I was taught, you need three. She tryna share?”
Me: “Never asked?”
Texter: “See, I knew you was a fuckin coon.”
Me: “Last warning.”
Texter: “Sorry…
But I had you ready to be on some king shit. Ready
to be something special. Me, plus you
and her and her.”
Me: “Her and her who?”
Texter: “Oh NOW you wanna ask?”
Me: “Look, I was just trying to get some
pussy. The nag champa and good food were
secondary.”
Texter: “I was just trying to make a king. The ‘toes throwing gang signs’ was a bonus.”
Me: “Uhh…
Toes throwing--…”
Texter: “And you took that from me.”
Me: “You RUINED MY LIFE!”
Texter: “Did I?”
Me: “I had to go to therapy and shit?”
Texter: “Coon shit.”
[Note: I missed this one in the heat of the moment.]
Me: “Seriously. I have no reason to continue this. What do you want from me?”
Texter: “I told you, just to say 'hello'.”
Me: “Do you know how long it took me to get the smell of your incense out of my house?”
Texter: “I have never BEEN in your house!”
Me: “Do you know how long it took me to get the smell of the incense you influenced me to buy out of my house?”
Texter: “How is that my fault?”
Me: “Do you know what the resale value of size 40 crocheted pants are on letgo is?”
Texter: “What the hell is letgo?”
Me: “Never mind. But do you know someone who need some size 40 crocheted pants?”
Texter: “Can't say I do.”
Me: “You mean to tell me you stopped your soul collecting with me?”
Texter: “Well. I can't say that is an inaccurate assessment.”
Me: “I'm showing my girlfriend this.”
Texter: “You think maybe she'll let me join y'all?”
Me: “You're totally not listening. Good bye.”
Texter: “Fine, live your life.”
It’s like a revolving door
of situations I have brought upon myself, yet can’t seem to avoid going RIGHT
back into. Classic moth-to-flame
shit. I should have cut her off at the
first ‘coon’ but was morbidly curious to where she would go before I actually
just ended the conversation.
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