Friends with a Wigger ( white man who acts black)
Back in high school, about my Senior year, I met a Guy named John Agin. He was new to the point of no one seeing him, talking to him, etc. Now having been the same my first year, ( as i too transfered from another school), I immeadietly walked up to him and said hi and introduced myself. i hated seeing people sit alone. He introduced himself, with an incredibly heavy New york accent. It turned out that he was indeed from Queens. His grandmother had adopted him and moved him out to California away from his meth head mother. He was a handsome bloke, Emerald green eyes, short brown hair, a killer grin. only thing is is that he was the only white boy in the school who wore FUBU clothing. Now, if your not from america, FUBU is an expensive brand of clothing created by an African American man of unknown name, FUBU meaning " For Us, By Us." And John wore the brand well, from shoes to Ball cap, all had the FUBU logo. and he wore " bling." ( meaning heavy silver- gold necklaces and rings.) He even had a diamond earing stud. The fucker talked black, walked black, and dressed like a rapper. ( and not eminem. i mean ludacris. snoop dog. the like.) I ignored his clothing choice, and we became friends. I thought as other people who did as he did in the shcool, he would be made fun of and kicked the shit out of by the REAL black people. but oddly enough, he was accepted. not just by blacks, but by the mexican gangs. and they WERE GANGS. As our friendship grew and his grandma or " Mammie" as he called her got a liking for me, His ties to the drug selling and graffiti bits of his other " clique" got stronger, i guess. We were like peas in a pod, with one of them being a Wigger. Okay, i could deal. we even gave eachother tattoos. Mine said " Johns girl" and his was his nickname, " Lil' Wolf". Sadly, that tatt faded away, and now i'm glad it did. ( would look horid as a married woman and mother of 2, why with my hubbys name being edward.) ANYWAY. One day, his gang buddies got him into picking a fight with the star Quarterback, and at lunchtime it began. John walks up to Billy, and punches him square in the chest. Now i'm off a bit, and i dont see whats happening quite yet. But i can hear his Chicano pals laughing. My brother, Julian, tells me that Billy has John in a headlock, and is making his face into hamburger, and no ones helping him. So as the chivalrous and caring best friend / Make out buddy, I run fast as my short, chubby legs will carry me over to see blood fly from John's nose. I jump up the stairs ( hnear the football stadium) and Sock Billy in the face hard as i can, then a knee to the Testicles. this makes him let John go. ( didnt know he got billy into it yet. he kept.. details from me.) but sooner or later, this 5"2 woman has a 6"4 guy on his knees, face bloody and holding his groin. that was the power of ME, baby. Soon, me and john get dragged to the principles office. We sit down inside, wheezing, and john reaches across and gives me a kiss on the cheek and a high 5. I thought i did something good, you know. but then, His grandma called me and BITCHES ME OUT, telling me that i had better NEVER TALK TO, LOOK AT, OR EVEN THINK about her "poor Johnny" again. It turned out ( and i learned this years later) that John's mexican pals told him that if he didnt get rid of me, They'd hospitalize him. I guess it wasnt " Cool" nor a " gang status builder" to get your ass saved by a 'Chick'. So he told his Mammie that The fight was over me, that i told Billy a lie about john to make billy mad enough to beat the shit outta him. After learning the truth ( after seeing john once more when he came to my house and told me, then begged that i be his friend again) I could only close the door in his face. Neverheard from him again. I heard hes in Jail right now for drugs and attempted manslaughter of one of his so called ' amigo's.'
(well that went better than expected, Sun 30 Jul 2006, 2:44, Reply)