“DAAMNN BRUHH You want some hateradae or naw? Like, you seem a little bit dehydrated.”
I said to Jerry as he was finishing his sentence. I could tell that Jerry wanted me to believe I played weakly in the game and my team had no hope in winning or taking the victory. We definitely had very little chance of winning due to the drastic difference in the score table, but there still was a slim chance, obviously Jerry wasn’t paying very well attention to the game at all.
“I’m just saying.” Said Jerry as he raised his hands up as if he was retreating from a confrontation. “What you bout to do though”? Asked Jerry.
“I’m chilling bruh, just sitting here doing this math jawn.” I said to Jerry. “Jawn” was a common slang us the people used in the Philadelphia area, technically what it means is a noun, a person place or thing. A jawn can be anything, a bear, a different state, even a spoon. I don’t know where it originated from but I just knew that it was renowned in that area and a lot of people say it, so I simply just followed the crowd. I didn’t like to be a follower, but I just knew that was how things had to be.
“Which one for Mr. Spica?” Asked Jerry abruptly.
“Yeah bruh, you ain’t do it?” I quickly asked with worry in my tone.
“Naww, I ain’t know it was due today” My friend quickly responded back to me.
I began to laugh with excitement, Jerry never failed to make me laugh. His humor was not in his actions or things he did or say, it was in his absent mindedness. Jerry was the type of person that you could rely on but he was very strange, everything he did was abnormal and unequivocal, he tend to stand out from the crowd. I guess that was why he was such a close friend to me. I didn’t like to befriend anybody that conformed to the rules of society and followed the crowd. Ever since I met Jerry in the third grade I knew he was a peculiar individual. He was my friend though.
“What you gon do?” I asked Jerry worriedly
"Forget it bro, I alradt gotta "B" in that jawn, I'ma just do make up." Said Jerry dispassionately. "You should let me copy your jawn."
"NAAWW! Can't do that my friend." I proclaimed back to Jerry.
"Why not bro?" I appallingly asked.
"He be checking for copies bro. He said that and he already caught a few people."
"Bull Bruh!" Jerry said back, "You just scared bro, I feel you, well really I don’t but you get what I'm trying say."
I fell forward and gripped my stomach in laughter, I was not surprisedw by his statement, There was no deny in his humorous refreshing nature.
"BRUHH! GO TO SLEEP!" I hollered at Jerry in between laughter.
Jerry smiled back at me in content and clasped his hands together.
"Where the biddies at bruh?" Said Jerry as he rubbed both his hands together like a diabolic evil maniac.
"You got all of them bruh, I'm waiting on you." I really wasn't much of a ladies man. I mean I liked girls and I was really good in conversation with them, but to say that females were attracted to me as soon as I came in the room would be completely fallacious. Most females weren't attracted to me but I was attracted to most of them. Crazy I know right? I mean I was okay looking, I wasn't like ugly or anything. I was brown skin, really tall with brown eyes, I was just an average looking African-American male teenager I guess, nothing really special about me. My height was most likely the most attractive thing about me. For a 14 year old I stood pretty tall, at 6'0ft tall I exalted in height above every other person in my class, amd some of the upper class-men.
"Bruh enough talk about nonsene lets sit down and discuss talk about this mugga bruh!" Said Jerry. "Mugga"
was a term that us Philly kids used which is synonimous to money, or anything referring to wealth. Me and Jerry didn't really talk about money though or different ways of getting it, instead we talked about the previous night's basketball game which consisted of the home team Philadelphia 76ers. The sixers lost of course, 76-101. But it really wasn't the fact that they lost, but they went about losing. They started off in the game strong and played very hard. Their ambition to succeed never dwindled. They played hard all the way up until the middle of the 4th Quarter. Then all of a sudden they just stopped, as if all the spirit and fire left their bodies and went elsewhere. Even though the game was pretty much a certainty that they would lose if they would've played with more heart and devotion then it would have been better for them in the sight of their home crowd because it would have showed that they went out with a bang, rather then a sullen victory, which was what exactly happened.
The loss was expected of the fans, the Celtics was a phenomenal team and they made it to playoffs every year, and the sixers hadn't seen a playoff game for over 30 years so there was very little disappointment in the crowd.