I was 1/2 living in a building where a mostly unknown R&B singer lived down the hall. I used to see her come and go, we'd politely speak in the hall, but I didn't know anything about the woman except for her being the owner of the white Jeep on the block that always had tickets and was unexpectedly full of shit.
Anyway, I started to routinely see a dude in the lobby, who looked kind of like Shump, waiting for her. Thought it was just some kid from around the way.
Turned out it was Shump...
Point of the story, I'm not mad at that Brother.