“Stop worrying, man. We straight. My real problem is with your ass.” I cradled my phone between my ear and my shoulder as I exited the bedroom. “What? What did I do?” “Leave them proper lame ass clothes. You can’t pick his clothes out no more. The stuff you be laying out has me thinking he needs to take some self-defense class because motherfuckers are gonna bully him and have us up at that fucking school.”
