T.O.
While it pains me to see beef like this- and since I personally know 4 of 6 you involved in this verbal tussle,
lemme make ya laugh a little.
I'm a girl. I'm easy on the eyes.
Most of you like watching me go just as much as you like seeing me come
I run around with a bunch of stick carrying, maniacal geniuses who have the ability to read a situation and a person in a few short sets at most any table set before them.
We challenge ourselves all night and all day and we all love a good fight.
Freddy would dig on me with the best of 'em or worse, dismiss me altogether with
"She don't know, she a libby"
But he knew my buttons when I was young and would push.
Until I one day realized I could simply remove the button.
But he would say what I interpreted as crude things even about those he loved, he couldn't help it.
He called all his friends "Hoodrats and Hucksters."
Me? I was a "pool-nut" or a "crazy chick."
But we always had our pool bond in spite of our many, many, many personal differences and opinions.
We were among the last people to hear "Bugs" speak before they intubated him, a move that had us all bawling on the drive home.
We went together to see Jet, Freddy's protege, on his deathbed and
I heard a black man call a white man "Master" with pure love in heart
cause that's all they really had.
And when Freddy's time came, those of who were there, were
really there.
Guys, what I'm saying is screw your differences and your ego for a sec,
just one,
and give each other that one second of consideration.
That one second will flavor all your hours.
T.O. over-Game on!