​WorkingBerna

Why is it that every girl, whose name ends in a "EE" sound, is crazy? Seriously, i have yet to meet one that i have gotten along with completely. StephanIE, BrittanY, TiffanY, CaseY, KatIE, all crazY! No no no, I'm serious! You all know Tiff down the street and that lady crazy and her damn name is TiffanY. There has to be a connection right?!

Well i got this friend of mine and let me tell you about my "friend". First off, this dude irritates the piss outta me! I met this dude while I was workin on a neighbors house and some guy walks up and asks if I need help. Now, first off, im a cocky guy. Let me tell it, I can build an exact replica of the Eifle Tower. Concerning my work, I'm very confident in my abilities to do a good job, so by him asking me that was saying I wasn't doing a good job. I know a little weird, but thats how my mind works. I never claimed to be sane!  Anyway, so now, not even a full minuet of meeting this guy, I'm pissed off. I rudely tell him I don't need the help. I tried to make it very obvious that I was annoyed and not liking his company. I then turned around and went back to work. Well after about 4 minuets I felt something. This damn dude  didn't leave! He's still standing there watching me.  Here's what happens:

Me: "Damn nigga what the fuck you want?"

Him: "You know, if you were to use this as something to prop that on, you'll probably get better leverage or whatever." (and he says this as if I DIDN'T just give him a very obvious sign of annoyance)

Nows when i'll describe what this dude looks like right now. First, he's black. Not like me black, but like...purple. Now, he's got a part in his hair, but its not centered so where one part of his hair is up, the other is not and it looked ridiculous. Now he's wearing a shirt that really wants to be black but the dirt, dust, and whatever that yellow stain was had other plans for that shirt. And it was NOT the dirty that made you think someone just got off work; it was the dirty that makes you think someone just did some pretty unfathomable things for a hit of that pipe. His pants were jeans that seemed to be going through a mid-life crisis and didn't know if they wanted to be jeans or sweats. I don't know. I kind of felt bad for those poor pants for some reason. It's like I understood them! I knew what it was like to be something and have thoughts about rather I really want to be that or not. And the shoes literally talked to me! Sine then i've never used that phrase "my dogs are barking" because i'm under the impression thats not a mere myth anymore. Point is; he didn't look like he knew what the hell he was talking about. Unfortunately for my attitude, he was right.

Me: "Nigga didn't i just tell you I DON'T need help? The fuck away from me bro before we start having problems."

Him: "Oh, well I was just tryin to give you some advice. You know I do this type of stuff."

Man it didn"t look like he did shit, but do unfathomable things for crack.

Me: "Bro, are you not hearing me or do you want to get your ass kicked."

Him: "No I heard you, but i'm trying to tell you that you'll get better results if you take my advice.I'm sure this gentleman you're working for would like for you to do a good job so..."

Now I'm the son of the Hulk incase yall didn't know that. My mother...whatever. Anyway, I was dumbfounded that this dude wasn't even flinching to my "threats". I gave him the angry look, flexed a little and everything! All to no avail.

Well the guy finally leaves and I'm left with a bad attitude and now i don't even want to finish because i'm stubborn and refused to take this mans advice. So I went home to calm down and turned on some Young Jezzy. By the way don't use Jezzy for calming methods; all it does is crunk you up and get your heart racing and next thing you know your walkin the streets lookin for some weird black guy with a fucked up part in his head so you can kick his ass for fuckin up your day. And thats exactly what I did!  I searched high and low for ths guy and it's as if he never exsisted. Later that day I ran up to the store and low and behold, or mystery guy is there. Nows my chance to uleash all of my anger and fruestration out on him. With clenched fist and a set mind, I hastefully walk up to him. As I got closer I heard him talking to another customer about God. Now even in my darkest of moods, I can't beat someone up while they're discussing God. Something tells me that won't end well in the long run. So what do I do? I wait. I must have looked like a psycho standing about 10 feet away ,mean muggin the both of them, fists balled, and breathing heavily. I wish I could've taken a picture because I know Iooked crazy.

Now both of these guys are taking turns glancing in my direction, but continued their conversation. To my shame I admit that I kind of started getting interested in their conversation. There's this side of me that alot of people don't believe because I'm not your picture perfect believer and i cuss, have sex, and so many other "non-christian" things. But I stand firm in what I believe in. So, I'm listening to their conversation and  next thing I know I'm preaching. One thing lead to another and we became friends and he moves in to my home. This guys name is Ronnie.

One day we're hanging out with a girl friend of mine and we're talking about crazy women whose name end with an "EE" sound. Her name was Sarah, therefore, not in the "EE" catagory. And thats when it hit me. I realized why Ronnie irritated me so much! Why I always wanted to beat him up! He ws a freakin "EE"! So neeless to say I kicked him out.