Ahhh… How I do love paying visits to the old neighborhood. There are definitely things I miss about the ghetto.

I was up visiting some family earlier and bumped into John (a friend of the fam’s). Now John is an OG (Original Gangsters… c’mon people, keep up with the ebonics… an OG is one of those ol’ skool guys that have been around forever, are past their prime in whatever the hustle is, but still get a lot of respect). He’s kinda the neighborhood loan shark, in the traditional sense of the term.

We took a minute to chat. We spoke of how me and my brother were doing, since he hasn’t seen either of us in a long time. I filled him in on things. He told me he was proud of me, saying I “got my sh*t together”. My brother on the other hand… He found out my brother doesn’t want to go back and finish school… uh oh. He ripped him a new one (via me). He went over the politics of how the hustlin’ days are over and you can’t do anything without an education today. As he wrapped up, I came to the conclusion that had us mixed up. He must have thought I was Steve this whole time, cause our conversation ended with:

John: You know where Maria (my mom) f*cked up? Letting him go on that f*cking Catholic Sh*t! (speaking of the mission)

me: Uhh John, I’m the one that went on that f*cking Catholic Sh*t. But I think you meant that f*cking Mormon Sh*t.

John: Uhh, well, maybe he should have gone on one too!