13 Unwritten rules for crashing w/ your African American Homie…

18JUL2024; 1958, THU– Baltimore, MD, USA

Blessed evening to all; except for those who think it wise to prop up the obviously unwell President Biden. Also, whoever’s behind this current global socioeconomic situation can eat several [expletive] sandwiches (please pardon the alliteration).

Now that that’s out of the way, housekeeping: First, I’m going to make it much more personal this time around. Secondly, I’m hoping/praying/believing to conclude this think piece with the complete list; as well as the bonus, 14th rule that I mentioned in part one.

Picking right up where we went for an intermission. Without further ado; and here’s to you, the reader:

5.) Bring something to the table; and not just your pretty face, nor that of your significant other. Not saying you can’t invite anyone over after discussing it; nor that dinner with friends is expressly prohibited.

Additionally, I know that I alluded to this on part one. At the same time, blame the rhyme: There’s all types of getting the whole game backwards and upside down, six ways from Sunday even, if you think I’m finna be buying steak for another man to eat; with no partaking of the same by myself.

Just throwing that out there for everyone to marinate on. You’re welcome.

6.) Don’t turn off Prince (Rest In Power), on a Throwback Thursday at that, just to put on some GOD blessed Plain White T’s (the musical group). Not saying that anything remotely similar to this scenario has ever occurred in my experience.

As a matter of fact, there might could’ve been some compulsory fisticuffs were that set of events to occur. “Full stop.”

7.) “Acknowledgment”- by John Coltrane; from the iconic A Love Supreme (‘64) album; whilst we’re on the topic of music. Please don’t walk into any room, in my house, that you know I’m in and refuse to speak to me; especially, if you think for a half a second that the “background music” you’re hearing might be my big booming voice sending you salutations.

Just don’t. Conversely, if you have the gumption to graciously greet one of my brief, professional guests in the room; and to ignore my greetings…

8.) “Please declare any firearms in […] luggage”, and/or on your person; so as to avoid any unpleasant surprises. The fact that this even is an issue is the sole fault of our “favorite” Uncle Sam.

There’s a lot more on this in my previous pertinent post on crime and the 2nd Amendment. For the time being: Please don’t let me find out from the feds and/or the alphabet boys that you live by the words, “Stay strapped or get clapped.”

Point blank; period. Thank you.

9.) Speaking of federales, we oft live and breathe the following adage: “Don’t let the pets out; and don’t let the feds in.” Simple enough.

Not saying that I know precisely what this is like or anything like that; though being woken up at the butt crack of dawn by a “Brother”, who informs you that the fuzz is in your living room with a search warrant for your entire basement. [Expletive] French fried “friends.”

10.) Hear me clearly: I don’t really want to hear you getting down with the get down at volume level 10; most especially when you’re palpably aware that I’m essentially in a rapidly devolving mood for various other significant grievances.

“Not today, Satan!” Please; and thank you.

11.) Along those lines, please don’t have me talking “for my health.” If I wanted to repeat myself over and over again, I’d just kindly request that you ride around in my truck with earbuds in; and on full blast.

That’s just what it is. “At” me if you feel some type of way.

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