ten will get you in
So Pusha decided to have a smoke party. Ten dollars got you in the door and in on the pot of chronic. Fifteen people showed up in total. When all was said and done we had twenty chronic blunts going at once. I am not exaggerating. Yvette came to the door while we were all sitting there blazing and she said that you could smell it before you even got to the porch. She said smoke was coming out of the windows but I don't believe her.
We smoked and ate tacos cooked by Yvette and watched "The New Guy" and "John Q". It was my first time seeing both movies. The New Guy was pretty funny. I like that DJ Qualls kid from Road Trip. He was just as adorable in this movie.
things that make you think
John Q had high niggas waxing philosophic on whether or not they would take their own life to save the life of a loved one. A question to ponder. Would you be able to do it? Pusha et. al. said while they would not be able to take their own life to save that of a loved one, they would most certainly take a bullet for someone they loved. Interesting.
just me and the homies
As the amount of chronic available to smoke went down the crowd thinned out and pretty soon only Pusha, Slim, Yvette and I were left at the house. The four of us were sitting there smoking our hidden stash when someone banged on the door like the police. We sat there looking at each other for a moment and then the choreography began. Pusha ran to hide the drugs, I lit incense and sprayed and Slim opened the door a crack to see who was there. When we realized it was only Tiny and Teresa, we got pissed off and started cussing them out.
They wanted to get in on the smoke so we made them pay $20 each instead of the $10 everyone else paid. When they protested, they were told to charge it to the game and shut the fuck up.
The six of us sat there smoking and laughing and talking shit. As Teresa got up to use the bathroom, Pusha smacked her as hard as he could on the ass. She turned around to swing on him and Slim grabbed her arm. He was keeping her from being able to hit Pusha back and Pusha was slap-boxing her in the face. You know me and Yvette couldn't let it go down like that so we jumped up and knocked Pusha onto the sofa.
It was men against the women then.
I sat on Pusha's chest so he couldn't get up. Yvette and Teresa tried beating Slim and Tiny up but Slim had Teresa pinned to the couch. I took my cup of water and poured it on Slim.
"My new Fubu shirt? Oh you know you gettin' fucked up now."
He chased me out the front door. Everyone else followed and a huge water fight/brawl ensued. The six of us were in the middle of the street, pushing each other around and dousing each other with water. I felt sixteen years old all over again. It wasn't even that hot out but we didn't care. The water made it more interesting.
An hour later we returned to the house, soaked to the bone and panting.
"Don't sit your cute asses on my couch soaking wet," Pusha said to us girls. We sat down anyway, not really giving a fuck. He gave us towels to dry off with.
"Monique, you hit hard than a mother fucker. I got a bruise on my arm." Slim lifted up his shirt to show me the mark I'd left on him. I laughed.
"That's what you get, punk mutha fucka. Don't ever try to fuck with us again."
"That's ok. We got the whole weekend of you coming around here. I'll get you back."
"Oh, we're gonna start up pranks again?"
"Nigga we can if you want to."
"Oh, you don't want my pranks."
"We'll see nigga, we'll see."
We went back and forth a few more minutes and then shut up and started smoking when Pusha produced 6 freshly rolled chronic blunts. We sat and smoked and the guys left to go get more drinks and cigars. We girls sat laughing at them and all their false machismo. Everyone was starting to wind down. I kicked my shoes off and stretched out on the futon, watching "The Wash" on DVD. I must have fallen asleep on it because I started having a nightmare that I was drowning. I opened my eyes to find Pusha, Slim and Tiny standing over me grinning. I sat up and realized that I was soaking wet. Those bastards had dumped a bucket of water in my face while I was sleeping. They got their jolly laugh and I got up soaking wet, ready to go home. I told them as I left that they would pay.
Yeah. The pranks have begun.
I'm your Pusha man!