Wrowng Numba
I was just reminded of a time, in the long long ago, when I had my own apartment. I was surrounded by bloodthirsty g's who wanted to cap me.

(the truth,unbeknownst to me, was that they were all actually pretty friendly.. "..yeah, you should come hang out with us. We all live here. We have bar-b-q's and stuff like that all the time." Oh thanks!.. but I just started moving out of this place.. anyway, you all know the story)

I was sitting in my apartment when suddenly my phone rang. So, naturally I answered "whats up gangsta!?" The person on the other line replied.. "Hey may wheh you beeyn?"

I could immediatly tell that this was a real live black guy and that it wasn't just one of my friends doing an impression. "Oh" I said, "Whos this?"

"Dis is Brandon, may." He said back.

At this point I was aware of the following facts:
1. This was an actual black guy who I didn't know
2. This guy I didn't know, had no idea that I wasn't a gangsta.

So, the next logical step was for me to tell this man that he had dialed the wrong number. During a small hesitation I had to make a choice. Either I could tell this nice man he had "the wrong number, sorry!" or.. I could tell him he had "Da wrowng numba, brotha."

I chose the second option, simply to avoid his realization that I was not a G.


"Oh.. ieet, peace!"


I hung up the phone and silently reflected on the moment. I realized that was the first time in my life I had ever truely been a gangsta.