Ah wadn’t scared. Do this shit enough, you don’t scare. Just bidness, s’all.
So he come in, all snarlin’ and snortin’. Ah wadn’t worried none. Took off his robe, seen his muscles. Ah aint scared.
He be pacin’ round, trying to eyeball me. Ah just smile at that nigga, coz that play with his mind, see?
Then ah see em. Two on each boot. Little. Blue. Tassels.
Shit.
That’s when ma heart start tickin’.
Coz you can forget all the muscles, all the snarlin, snortin and cussin – if a nigga’s wearin tassels? He aint playin’ wit you.
And ah knew right then.
It gonna be a long night.
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