"Will you marry me, baby?"
'Uhm, nah', she responded thoughtlessly.
"NAH!? Nah, fool. YOU gon' marry me. You got that devil pussy, you can cook, and you love me like no fucking one has ever loved me. Nah, your ass marrying me, hermosa", Oscar quipp...
It is hotter than a monkey's ass out here. I should have stayed my Black behind in the house under the coolness of my central air conditioner. But no, I wanted to walk to the corner store for some drinks and ice cream.
My slides slapped against the hot concrete sidewalk as I briskly walked to my destination. The heavy bass of a familiar song reached my ears. Turning my head I noticed a low rider cruising past on the street headed in the same direction I was walking.
By some weird coincidence, my eyes met the shade-covered eyes of the driver of the aforementioned low rider.
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He looks like your average gang banger. Turning my head I continued on my walk. I wanted no parts in whatever he had going on.
Making it to the store I wasted no time making my way down the aisle collecting my items along with a few add-ons. I walked up to the counter waiting patiently in line for my turn when some guy cut in front of me. I may not be all that tall, in fact, I was not tall at all, but I know his naked walnut head ass saw me.
Without an ounce of fear in my heart, I stepped behind him tapping him on the shoulder.
"Excuse you, because I know you saw me standing in line. Just like I waited my turn, so can you", I sassed stepping around him to the front of the line.
With a soft smile at the clerk, I began to place my items on the counter. I had only placed two items down when I was forcefully whipped around. The items I held in my arms went spilling onto the floor.
I stared at my fallen items at my feet. My feelings were hurt. My ice cream had spilled out of its container making a mess of the tiled floor we stood on.
"Do you know who you talkin' to, foo? No quieres cruzar a un Santos, perra", spat the gangbanger. (You don't want to cross a Santos, bitch.)
I had neatly missed hid threat. My attention was still focused on my ruined cold treat at my feet. I was naturally a pretty laid-back person.
I was chill, but this right here. This shit right here really pissed me off. Not only had he been a rude asshole by cutting the line, but also made me waste my ice cream. His ass had to be eradicated pronto.
Imagine the look of shock upon who I am assuming is his friend's face when he walked into the store in search of his homie only to find my short ass trying to scapel him with a spoon I kept in my purse while choking him on his knees. I immediately recognized the man to be the man I had seen driving the low rider on my walk to the store. If he wanted smoke too I was with it.
