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