For my loyal readers, you know that Sweet Jesus (SJ) is in Dallas,
and I went there last weekend for the born day – OU/Texas festivities.

Walking around at an OU event with this negro is like kickin’
it with Obama. I swear.

Shaking hands and kissing babies (okay, so he wasn’t kissing babies
but you get the picture).

Women hugging him, FLY women, n*ggas in benzes honking at ’em,
and I am thinking to myself, tha’ f*ck I got myself into?
It became VERY clear to me how well regarded he was by his peers.

It was like I was he was running for campaign
and I was the chief of staff trying to keep the boss on schedule.

LOL.

So. Imagine my surprise when we get into the spot and this random
dude me assaults me.

Some dude tapped my @ss but at first I though it was SJ.

Then I stood there thinking that it was weird that SJ would do
something so vulgar IN public, see, IM the WILD one.

SJ was walking ahead of me, and ain’t see it happen.

Once I realize that it wasn’t a flirtatious smack, I am standing there
shocked.

Then the n*gga says to ME, ” I don’t see why you
looking shocked, he ain’t gone do nothing.”

I was stuck and I was scared y’all for two reasons.

I felt like he was testing me. I am not really to keen on being tested
at the juncture of my life.

Me telling SJ meant violence. I knew it.


SJ was standing there talking to his homie and best friend, BIG FUN.
I actually nudge him BF, but I ain’t think he felt me, and its
best that he didn’t.

Me saying something could easily mean a felony for me,
SJ and BIG FUN. Our futures could all be f*cked.

But then there was my pride.

Y’all know I come from violence.

Shoot first and ask questions later violence.

But I knew, based on how SJ was regarded, by how people treated him
when they saw him, that shit would be a melee.

I did not want to be the cause of that.

Furthermore, Big Fun struck me as a dude keeps access to heat,
or who at the very least would not mind stomping a n*gga out.
I erred on the side of caution and put my pride aside.
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SJ asked me whats wrong, I told him I wanted to go outside to the patio,
get a drank, and I would tell him then.

So we walked past dude, AGAIN. This time I faced him and looked
dead in his face and he TOTALLY was trying to test me.

He actually nudged my HAND after I passed him. Bugged out!

Once outside I gave SJ the censored version. Said that
someone touched me inappropriately and I didn’t say anything
before because I ain’t wanna start shit.

I later learned that the function we attended was held at a location
that had OU/TEXAS folks and the g.p. Saturday night folks as well.

I just met BIG FUN the night before.
Ol’ boy struck me as a suburban dude, who was a lil rough
round the edges.

And thank god for intuition, because in the car later
that night, over hat post club meal SJ casually mentioned that
that BIG FUN keeps TWO GATS on ’em at
all times. (Texas concealed weapons laws are greasy.)
And if they ain’t on ’em, they in the trunk.

Can you imagine how drastically our lives could have changed that night?

I rides for my intuition always, and that experience was a further
confirmation of how necessary it is.

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When was the last time you had to put your
pride aside to protect the group?

Do you know how difficult that is?

Why does reacting feel so good?

How do you avoid reacting?

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