Ah, to be young...Memories

So I was on the phone with the Bestest while he was on his way to work and I got a phone call. The number was blocked, but it didn't matter, I answered it anyway.

*Puts on white person business voice*
"Hello?"
*click*

Now I know that the white person voice didn't throw someone off that much, so I concluded someone was playing on my phone...


I started to run through the list of possible people that would want to do that, and the list was incredibly small. Thank God. I figured it was either EJ girlfriend, or this guy I call "Clean House" who txts me everyday even though I never respond.

Later when I mentioned it to Nicole, we started talking about a time where this happened once before. It all happened was a couple of years ago when I used to be slumming it up. There was this guy named Carlos. He had a job, but no car, and was barely paying his rent (which happened to only be 250, and he was splitting that shit with someone else. Aye, don't judge me, the pickings were slim). Carlos always would get a new phone and change his number, didn't matter much to me because we would always text anyway. I'm not going to tell you the reason I only liked to txt him, because you're going to suit up and put on your white wig...and I don't feel like being judged.

Anyway, one day Nicole, this girl I used to be cool w/ named Lizzy (long story) and I decided to be fat asses and hit up Mexican Village. A couple of days prior to this outing, I would get phone calls from a blocked number, and then they would hang up...well when the bitch interrupted my meal, I had had enough. So I went off calling 'ol girl all types of bitches, hoes, chump ass cowards, all dat. And she hung up. Gotta give it to her, because the next time she called, she let the number show. The now infamous words she said was,

"Bitch you fucking Black?"

Y'all should know me pretty well by now, so you already know that my tone wasn't pleasant when I barked,

"Who the fuck is Black? I don't know any mothafuckas named Black. Only nigga I know named Black, got a brother named Carlos."

In between cuss words, I found out that the "Black" that she was talking about was Carlos' brother, and that she found his number in my phone. The stupid bitch wouldn't take the possibility that Carlos called me from his phone... Anyway, I really don't remember the specifics of the conversation after that. Nicole tells the story extremely well, in between her laughter. To serious, I had never even met Black, so I think it's pretty safe to say that I definitely wasn't fucking him.