eagel wit a diamend ring on it”s finger?
BENNETT: no u havent dats bcuz men R not saposed 2 be wit 1 women. men R wild animels . . . . . . i fucc alot of hoez cuz men r saposed 2 spred there seed da bibel says we gatta evolve and fucc
ME: This isn’t a girl!!!!
BENNETT: wat
BENNETT: now u gunna try 2 say u were a guy da hole time?bitch i seen ur vaginna u a girl or u got a realy gud sex change
ME: LOL, STOP. This isn’t fucking Ashley. Who’s Ashley?
BENNETT: quit playn on my phone bitch who dis !!!
ME: It’s Mac.
ME: Helllooooo???
BENNETT: mac my cuz??..
ME: Yes sir.
BENNETT: o shit lolz
BENNETT: wud up G
ME: Care to explain what’s happening with your mom losing her house?
BENNETT: man.. it sux
BENNETT: basicly da punk ass govermant niggaz is kiccin us out da crib cuz day so broke dat even my mom bustid ass house is wort takin
ME: Is she not doing well? Why can’t she pay the bills?
BENNETT: nigga my mom on Oxycotton 247365 times a day.
ME: Do you mean 24/7/365?
BENNETT: ya but im gittin sum pussy right now so i aint have time to type dat side ways / thing
ME: Liar. You said “times a day” which negates a / even working.
BENNETT: look pussy u alweys talk shit to me when we txt.. u probaly jellice from all da COCC i sell and da $$$ i get
ME: You make money selling cock?
BENNETT: na COCC . . . fuccin.. cocainn
A NOTE FOR THOSE LOOKING TO LEARN HOW TO SPEAK FLUENT CRIP
Members of the Crips do not ever put the letters C and K next to each other and just use two C’s instead. CK stands for Crip Killer, so this is a very serious typographical issue.
ME: I’m fucking with you. WHY is your mom on OxyContin?
BENNETT: cuz she also sleep all day an stop payen da bills..
ME: Her back is fucked up still, right? But OxyContin? Does she need OxyContin?
BENNETT: ya she in pain alot. butt cmon playa n e 1 who take oxycotton does it for fun not bcuz they need it..nigga u ever try dat shit?it make u feel like ur 2pac in dat hot tub holden stax of cash pouren chammpane on a striperz head
ME: I see. Uh. Also, who’s Tim?
BENNETT: dats my mom BF
ME: Yeah? You live with him? Why can’t he help with the bills?
BENNETT: he wierd. he duz acid and smoke hella weed wit me but he a bum ass nigga 2.haha. he broke as fuk.
BENNETT: butt he smart like U doe. . . . .
BENNETT: he read sum wild ass books like U. sum crazy shit wit Da Illuminadi. he a wild ass nigga.
BENNETT: he show me a video on UTube of 911 an how da govermant planted dinamite in da billdings and blew dem up
ME: Do you believe that stuff, Bennett?
BENNETT: hell yea who doeznt.?da white house has a grave unda it wit gosts and shit
BENNETT: i dont beleive anything on Da news
ME: Right on, buddy. I’m going to call your mom. What’s her number?
BENNETT: K hang on
BENNETT: 913-648-****
Now that I knew more of the scoop, I called Aunt Lillian and extended an invitation for them all to come stay with me for a few weeks. She was so intoxicated on painkillers that I couldn’t understand a word she said, other than, “Thank you so much!”
This was spur of the moment, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Family is family. You’re supposed to help family. Right? And all I wanted to do right then was help my aunt. Especially after hearing the pain and confusion in her voice over the phone.
Especially after what she did for me in 2002.
HARPER: You keep bringing up “the ’02 thing.”
HARPER: What happened in 2002 to make you feel obligated to do this?
ME: Well
ME: I needed a van in 2002 to go on my first tour.
ME: My mom wouldn’t rent me one because i wasn’t even 21 yet . . . which made sense. If I woulda wrecked it she woulda been fucked.
ME: But at the time I thought she was being difficult so I put up a bit of a fuss over it.
ME: Lucky for me in the middle of arguing with her over it Aunt Lillian called.
ME: My mom told her what was going on and Lillian offered us her conversion van that was sitting in