The Weight of Grahams
I was nearly mortified by his words, and if it weren’t for me trying to balance Izzy on my hip and my drink in my free hand, I might have fallen over.
I can’t stand Smitty and have zero respect for him. I couldn’t help but lash back.
“Well, we did have a pimp for a daddy. So, what did you expect to get, Charlie’s fucking Angels?"
“Well, you got a hoe for a mother too! A wise one at that, so you best re-adjust dat’ smart ass mouth before I show out at this here trumped-up ass wedding.”
I could feel myself turning visibly red by now, flustered to a point where I knew Smitty could also see. Never backing down, he continues rambling.
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