40 Dogg

Two months ago, I turned 40.
In my ghetto-assed school (the one I attend as a student, not the place I work), a fight broke out between a dude and a woman. yes, a man and a woman. But old girl put his ass down like wet blanket before me and another dude got up to stop the guy. Because there wasn't that much time to respond, I actually groaned getting up quickly.

What the fuck?

"Yeah", my back said, "Just because you lost a few pounds and you're hitting the elliptical and eating less shit doesn't mean I'm ready to hop-to on your fuckin' say. All that belly over the years put a lot of strain on me so we'll get up and when I'm good and got-damned ready."

My eyes widen at the surly pull to gravity. I look back expecting a cranky old man to pull at my shirt. "And just who the fuck you think you is, anyway? Jim Kelly or some shit? Sit yo' ass down, fool. Sit. yo'. ass. down."

The dude finally got up after about two minutes of laying on the floor, then left still calling the woman a bitch. The stupid security guard like all rent-a-pigs came eons after the event. I guess someone did get to pull his ass away from the front door of the building where he was no doubt leering at other women or staring into space.

I love my ghetto college.