ain't got no time for no fakery
There is a lady that often rides my regular bus. She's polite, keeps to herself and has a presence that demands respect. She's always dressed very nicely in pressed slacks, pencil skirts, fancy blouses and blazers, very business office attire. My regular bus is pretty ghetto so clearly she stands out because of her fancy outfits but there is also another reason she stands out...she is covered in gang and prison tattoos. i've only seen her arms and head/neck area unclothed but they start from her forehead and go to her temples, her eyes, her neck, her chest, and all of her arms. some hardcore shit too! including 3 tear drops under her eyes. without knowing this lady and without ever talking to her i can tell you she's definitely been to prison, she's gangsta as fuck and she's had a hard life. although, it seems now she is really trying to get her life together. i like seeing people like this on the bus cuz they always give me hope for myself, to be better and shit, ya know?
Not long ago she was sitting near the front of the bus reading a book when this tall, white, ghetto dressed looking young man got on the bus. He immediately spotted her and went to stand by her.
At this point i was watching all this happen and i was freaking the fuck out!!! I almost couldn't believe what i was seeing. You see, this kid who got on the bus had some bunk ass tattoos including a tear drop tattoo under his eye. Seeing him approach her was like a crazy, amazing, unbelievable clashing! I'd seen this kid on the bus before and as far as i was concerned he was a huge poser, it was clear by his demeanor. There was nothing that hard or gangsta about this kid at all, oh except his sagging jeans i guess, but not really.
When he started talking to this lady my head just about exploded!
I couldn't over hear as well as i would have wanted but what i did catch was golden. He started by complementing and asking her about her tattoos. She was polite to him and raised her head from her book to look at him and gave him the best smirk i think I've ever seen from anyone. She responded to him with pretty much the same question but she went straight to the point. "Where did you get that tear drop from? who is it for?"
this clown responds with "uh, uh, my friend did this (pointing at his tear drop tattoo) just messing around with his new needles at the apartment"
ugh, worst answer ever! but i think he panicked and couldn't even lie.
she just looked at him with a look i could only describe as judgy yet compassionate.
then she said something that i couldn't really hear followed by her pointing to her tear drop tattoos and saying "...well i earned these, son" and went back to reading her book.
all i wanted to do at that point was get up and say "OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"
especially after the kid started to walk away to go sit in the back of the bus cuz he done got schooled!
there's such a contrast of people on the bus and i absolutely LOVE seeing encounters like these! it's like seeing old school meets new school or keepin it real meets keepin it fake. too many posers out there! it's nice to see when they get put in their place. cuz for real, call me old fashioned but if you did not murder somebody, preferably in cold blood, you have no business having a tear drop tattoo under yo eye! if you do then that right there is called some fakery! and you got to get outta here with that mess!
but also, every time i see old school cholas like this i can't help but think, what if that would of been me? i'm thankful everyday for the good choices i made when they counted cuz so many hommies of mine didn't make it out. but it's like they say, you can take the hood rat out of the hood but you can't....
