My older brother surrounds himself with sketchy people. This has been the case for many years now. Sadly, his inability to extract himself from questionable company is largely the reason he has been incarcerated multiple times. I've attempted to warn him about many of these seedy individuals, but he has trouble recruiting solid people into his circle.
On a hot summer afternoon, my brother randomly decided to stop by my apartment. I was happy to see him, but had reservations about one of the guys who accompanied him. This dude, Sticky, had a really bad aura about him. Even though I didn't own anything expensive, I found myself keeping an eye on his homeboy the entire time. He didn't end up taking anything, nor did he say much to confirm my feelings, but I still felt the need to warn my brother about Sticky.
Like my mother, I'm able to sense something "more" with people. It's rare that my intuition fails me. Somehow, even though my brother is very similar to my mom in character, he didn't pick up her ability to detect shady people. The funny (but sad) part about it is that he continually gets burned by these guys. A few years ago, for example, some dude he met at a park stole $500 off of his kitchen table after he invited him over to chill.
Gradually, my brother has come to the realization that he could trust my judgment of people. Reality seemed to set in after Sticky got in some serious trouble that caught my brother off guard.
Bro: Yo, you remember that cat Sticky I came by your crib with that you felt a certain way about?
Me: Yeh. Why?
Bro: Dude was on some shit, man.
Me: What do you mean?
Bro: This nigga got arrested for beating his shit (translation: jerking off) at a red light in his car.
Me: What the fuck? How'd he get caught?
Bro: He pulled up in his car next to some lady and her daughter to show them what he was doing and they called the cops on him.
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