|
I was a bus kid (from the poor side of town) and went to jr high on the nice side of town.
a few days in at the new school a white kid comes up to me and just starts talking "Sup bro, aww man, lets kick it bro!"
We became insta-pals to the point where his own pops treated me like a son.
He lived about a 5 minute walk from school. About a month or three after first meeting we started to hang out at his house after school. Eventually I met his neighbor a crazy ADHD-primary hyperactive type.
One day while hanging out with my new friend and his friend at the friends house, my friend out of the blue turns to his friend and says "Lets go get some"
I said "some what?"
He said "don't worry about it, be cool, just come"
Fast Forward 10 minutes and 5 blocks later and we're all standing in the entry way of the local supermarket. They ran the game with me "Ok, you go stand over there in the magazine section. Read something and you cough if someone comes our way, lookout for us"
For the story to make sense you have to think back to the 90s when supermarkets would have cigarettes semi openly on display. You could just walk up to a self serve area, grab as many packs as you want and then dip out.
I was supposed to keep watch while they ganked a few packs.
I was nervous as shit since it was the part of town where black people were not present in significant numbers, but a kid reading a magazine is just a kid reading a magazine. They were quick as shit, after 30 seconds one of them walked up and said "lets leave"
Once we got back at the house the ADHD kid just starts pulling out pack after pack from his oversized hoodie. I think he managed to snatch at least a cartons worth of Marlboro reds. My friend directs us to the back patio where he moved his Aiwa speaker set and asked "You like Bone?"
We were like "Bone? What?"
He said "Bone Thugs n Harmony"
"Nah, but go ahead and play it"
He played 'thuggish ruggish bone' and wordlessly poured us cold cokes over ice and handed out lighters.
For a good time his spot was the place to go ditch, smoke and listen to Bone Thugs n Harmony.
THE DARK PART
After about two years of friendship I knew it was time to start stepping back, I had the sense kid was fucking up and was headed nowhere.
At first his place was the kick it spot where we would just smoke reds, listen to bone and sip cokes. Eventually shit got dark where I would come through and the house would be filled with a gang of people I didn't know, they would get him drunk and high as fuck and watch him act a fool (he was like a big 5 year old in a 15 year olds body)
He had undiagnosed mental health issues and after falling and hitting his head from getting too drunk while being around a group of folks who gave no shits about him, his personality changed and he began to think the raps on Bone Thugs N Harmony tracks were talking to him and telling him do do violent stuff. I remember not being able to deal with it, our conversations would veer into weird areas and I just kinda...shrugged
Him: "Man, when I listen to Bone, I be seeing demons, I'm an evil motherfucker, they speak to me."
Me: "Oh...uh, word? Man, thats weird. I gotta go, call you later dude"
By the time we got to highschool we were totally on different paths. He had pretty much dropped out but I would still call or kick it once every few months.
On my 16th birthday I called him to say "I'm 16 fool! We almost grown!"
His pops answered and said "OH! Oh...Double Negative...hey man, I'm glad you called, you might want to sit down...."
He ran down what happened, my friend stabbed a woman to death...
https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-2000-may-27-me-34650-story.html
But, yeah, dude fucking LOVED Bone and it was a big part of kicking it with him.
***********************************************************
https://soundcloud.com/swageyph/yph-die-with-me
|
Printer-friendly copy 
Email this topic to a friend
General Discussion
#/media/File:Firefly.png)
