Was just talking to Hulk on Myspace and certain truths kind of all focused
Back in the 80's I ran a gang in Philly(note to federal prosecutors,we really didnt do much of anything bad,it was more of a mutual protection society,which living in Philly you kind of needed,OK not kind of,you needed)
We stood down a Scarfo nephew one night,at the time I just assumed(because Im not bright despite the high IQ) that it was because when the 6th district boys got there there were 30 of us and 7 of them,and they were the ones screaming and waving the 2X4 around
Now that I come to think of it though
I dont suppose it had anything to do with me daiting a South Philly girl whose family had a house in Jersey,and another in the Suburbs,and a very nice,never screwed with house in South Philly,whose dad worked his way through college in "construction"
No wait, I can get dimmer
We get invited to a family gathering in the Suburbs,theres a bunch of really large men wearing very bad gold jewlery and running suits
During said get together,we decide to play basketball,and its decided that it would be "nice" if I play some b-ball with the guys
I play like I allways play,nothing but hard checks,because I cant shoot worth a damn,6'5" and no jump shot at all
We come back in,and its all "I like dis kid,he's got spunk"
For somebody who's been able to scrape by and survive every major city he's been in,I have a severe naive streak
Note to the men in Raybans,Im serious,we really never did much of anything.And the only reason Scotty took out the hit on me was because he was Scotty,theres a reason he got ended in the pen.
Note to board members reading this,I really am a relatively innocent dumbass,so Im adding these post scripts to make sure I dont get phone calls that will end up in me saying "I dunno",and "I honestly dont remember"
Whats also sad,is thats how bad my memory is,I could sell this otherwise
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