It's Called "Being Humble"

What's goin on everybody? Today's topic is being written by the Goon in me
For those un familiar with the term, allow me:

Goon: (n) \ˈgün\ - 1: a stupid person 2: a man hired to terrorize or eliminate opponents 3: (Hood Use) One with no future outside of the world of the streets. One who prides himself in being a hooligan with little to no education and with dreams of someday living to see the tender age of 25! (I could go on forever but we'll leave it at that)

So, gettin started. Last December, 5 friends and myself embarked on a little road trip to our states capital, Albany, NY. Why? Glad you asked... you see, my friends and I being men (as much as I hate to admit it) often succumb to the temptations of the flesh. The reason I share that information is because the only reason we were on our way out to Albany was because we were promised a forbidden fruit. That fruit being white girls! Yea Cot Dammit I said it, whatchu gonna do? But yea, one of us who shall forever remain nameless happened to know a young lady who lived in Albany and she said she'd be hangin out with a few friends, so we figured we'd pick up some 'Future Preventers' accept her invitation to come visit and head out. I think we are all adults here, no need for me to go into details passed that point.

But moving on; upon arriving to Albany, after a long ass 2 or so hour trip we learn that the 'Party-like' environment we had traveled for was just 3 girls hangin out. meaning 3 guys would have been left with nothing to do but twirl their fingers and sit in the car. So what did we do? We decided we'd chill anyway and at least spend an evening in Albany for the experience. Shortly after hitting up a bar (where a few white boys politely offered to fight us) we came back and hung out at one of the young ladies house. This is where the night took a turn and where the whole purpose and title of this post begins to make sense.

After only a hour or so of knowing any of us (besides my friend who she knew prior) and 10 minutes after sitting in her room she asks me to get up from the seat I'm sitting in, when I do she lifts the cushion and picks up a sandwich bag wit what seemed to be approx. $2000 in cold hard cash. Now that alone made those of us who saw it think and raise one eyebrow, but it didn't end there. Immediately after, she went into her dresser drawers and got out a bag of Cocaine. You read that correctly, your eyes are not deceiving you, yes Coke! So at this point I'm thinkin she CANNOT be serious. But if you think it ended there, your wrong, she began to count her money in front of us and then when she was done she began to weigh her Coke in front of us. Her room mate's friend then came to the door and gave her some money in exchange for a hit. So it'S obvious she was/is a drug dealer. Now at this point one of my friends texts me and says: "Wtf is goin on in here? These bitches are wildin" I agreed and text'd back, he then text'd me: "Let's get outta here, but first lets rob these bitches." I read the text, looked him in his eyes and gave him the head nod of approval. Never had I been so ready to commit a crime like I was at that moment.

Allow me to explain why I was receiving those texts: You see my fellas and I are not rich, in fact we are almost the opposite, we are aspiring artist who someday will be in a better financial position than we are in now but until then we are still (what we in the hood call) hungry, meaning we are striving and aspiring, and still on a paper chase. So for this broad to "Stunt" (show off what she has and how she gets it) like that in front of us brought the wolves out of us! You see doing something like dangling fresh meat (pause) in front of a pack of Hungry wolves on the hunt is not a great idea, you can get hurt or even worse, you can get eaten right along with that meat.

So once the tension in the room began to rise and we began asking a few more questions the young lady put her money and her drugs away. We decided that the hiest would have been too messy due to last minute planning anyway. Plus lets be honest, not one of us wanted to get locked up in Albany, especially after a situation where its 3 white girls word over the words of 6 black men! So we go back to the car where we begin discussing the situation, wondering if we should run back in the house and slap the shit out of the people in it grab the money and go. But ultimately we decided to turn the car on and come back home.

Now here's my reason for posting this story (especially after so long) you see a few days ago the same thing happened minus the drugs.... another person decided that it was imperative to flash money around, but I won't get into that one. my whole thing is, if and when I have money, and someday when I'm rich, the last thing I want you to know is that I have any money. Even now I hate counting money in public. When did the people of the world forget to just be humble? I being a hungry wolf don't necessarily appreciate you flashing your money in my face, because as humble and as un-phased as I am about those thing; situations like that bring envy out of me and i don't like to feel that way. My boys and I are very complaisant but had we not been that night those girls might have not lived to see the sunrise over their beautiful suburban neighborhood. I say all this only to say this folks: be Humble. If you have money that's great, but there's someone out there with 10 times more money than you and they are not being etiquette-less bastards throwing it around just to be seen in a different light. So i guess that's it for now. later folks

Stay Up and Stay Tuned! and keep your money in your pocket!