Thuglife is a verbal assassin. His stories alone would have you thinking the boy was a rainy day away from popping off on campus. Somehow, regardless of the topic, he'd always find a way to throw "hammy" (urban colloquialism to reference a gun) into the conversation.
Thuglife's dad passed away when he was 4 or 5 years old...
A month before coming to school, Thuglife apparently capped some fool with the hammy during a gang dispute. I guess he was in a gang or something. Anyway, realizing that he had so much potential, one of the "Gs" took the rap for him so he could go to college. It was real nice of his fellow gang members to let him leave the hood to go to school.
His thuggery came into serious question as a result of some beef with Pookie over stolen money. Earlier in the school year, Pookie stole money from him and skipped town (re: Pookie Goes to College post). Thuglife told everybody who'd listen that the next time he saw Pookie bad things would happen. When Pookie came back to town months later to enroll for college, he approached Thuglife in front of the guys to settle the score about this money he supposedly stole from him. The team expected a fight for the ages, maybe even an old fashioned "cowboy ten paces then draw" showdown...not so much.
Thuglife claimed that he never accused Pookie then shook his hand to call it a truce. What followed that situation was some serious reconciliation. Seeing that Pookie was going to be homeless, Thuglife told Armslong (his roommate) that he could occupy the empty bedroom. I had to intervene at this point because this all just seemed crazy to me.
Me: Didn't you say that Pookie stole your money???
Thuglife: Yeh. He took my $65! Oooh! I was so mad.
Me: I'm sure you were. So, why do you want a guy who stole your money to live with you?
Thuglife: Oh nah. That beef is squashed. He knows what's up. He tried to step to me in front of the team and I had to let him know what the deal was.
Me: And what's that?
Thuglife: Nah. I was basically like I know you took my money and if it wasn't for the fact that I was a college student now and trying to change my life that the hammy would've had to come out.
Me: Really? The hammy?
Thuglife: See. I thought of you, Coach. I knew you'd be real disappointed in me if I messed up this opportunity so I let him off the hook, but he knows what's up..
Me: Rewind, though.. you mentioned the hammy. You have a gun in the crib?
Thuglife: Oh nah.. my nigga back home has it for when I need it.
Me: Is he holding the gun you used to shoot that guy? Look, man. I'm tired of hearing that stupid story from people. You didn't shoot anybody! I know a killa when I see one. You aren't a killa so stop telling people that story before you actually get in trouble for an unsolved crime.
Thuglife: See. You just don't know that other side of me.
**Apparently, I didn't know that other side of him because months later I found out that he offered to shovel his elderly neighbor's walkway when it snowed...
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