Remember Lee Jeans?
Remember Lee jeans? Remember having every color in the 16-color crayon box in Lees? What about the pin-stripe Lees? For a second I was F-R-E-S-H…
Who in the hell was “The Wiz” that declared me f-r-e-s-h for wearing my Lees on Monday, but decided on Tuesday LEES WERE OUT OF STYLE!?!?!?! What? I finally got my 16th flavor last week, and ma-dukes just bought me 2 pairs of pin-stripes on Sunday. OH HELL NO!!! “I got a closet full of Lees, and I’m sportin’ em!” That’s what I said in the mirror before going to school on Wednesday, after repeated warnings on Tuesday. I can’t tell my moms I need 7 pairs of Levi’s, after begging her for those last 2 pin-stripe Lees when she was trying to get me a pair of Cotlers and them bogus joints, Clouds. I still like my Lees. So I step out the building on my way to school. As soon as I get outside a kid is chasing the super’s son up the block, but I keep it moving. I turn the corner onto Fordham and this dude was standing in front of Florsheim like he was waitin’ for a vic. Since I already stepped in the street before I peeped him, I couldn’t turn around now because that would be considered an invitation to ‘come take my sh#t’! So I man up & keep crossing the street headed straight at him because if he ‘got’ me, all I would lose was a bus pass & some dignity. Now we’re within 3 feet of each other & he’s winning the staring contest, hands down! Still I keep stepping. Now I’m within arm’s reach and he steps in my path. Before I could change course he asks, ”S’up, bee?” Kind of thrown off I reply, “Nuttin’, bee” and try to maneuver around him. He stops me again, ”Yo bee, those Lees you got on?” I could’ve said, “No” and ran, but I never heard of anyone getting robbed for their jeans, so I said “Yeah”. Faster than a speeding bullet, his hands were under my collar and he slammed me into the store grating. I’m thinking “you don’t have to do it like this, I’ll give you my bus pass”. But then in a move I hadn’t anticipated, he whips me around face first into the grate and pulls my jacket up over my waistline. This motherf***er was snatching my Lee patch. How did it come down to this? Monday I was a star, Tuesday I heard rumblings of change, and Wednesday I’m assaulted. All because “The Wiz” said, “Lee is dead, wear Levi instead.” And the rumor that VIM was giving away free sh#t for snatched Lee patches didn’t help either.
Fast forward about a week. I no longer wear Lees. I’m on the corner of Belmont chillin’, waiting for somebody to come out. Who’s walking up the block? Jimmy, that lived upstairs from Caddy. “S’up, Jimmy?” “Nuttin, s’up with you, Ant?” “Nuttin’, yo Jimmy, what kind of jeans are those?” “Lee, why?” “Cause I’m snatchin' your patch!” Scuffle-scuffle-scuffle, scrape-scrape-scrape, and I came away with his Lee patch. I forgot Jimmy was little loose. He picked up Pink Champale bottle and chased me for 30 minutes straight.
I never wore Lees or snatched a Lee patch ever again.
post by Ant Black
posted by Hardcore @ 1/28/2007 10:26:00 PM
13 Comments:
Anthony, you are a writer. That took me back.
Grand Poo
Anthony, you are a writer. That took me back.
Grand Poo
for sure,but the story about grand poo at the chinese resturant is the one i want to hear.
UH OH...There has been a Herbiee Goo-Goo siting! The blog is officially gettin HOT!!!!
I got a better story for you. It involves 3 carloads of gators, my last night before leaving for the Navy, downtown hookers, & 1 gator falling in love in a parked car while the rest of us waited for an hour & a half on 12th Ave. You fill in the blanks. Good times ya'll, good times.
WOW! I can vaguely remember that night. That hooker lookedlike a freakin model. If I remember correctly....I think Cadillac tried to change her life....asking her where she was from....How she ended up being a hooker.....she's toopretty to be doing that...etc, etc.....
Nooooooo, but I remember when you're talking about.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That night was toooo funny! That was when we went to that strip club somewhere off the bruckner. Caddy was trying to talk her to death cause he didn't have no dough to burn.
HAHAHAHAHA, crazy azz Caddy. We could start a whole new blog just about Craig's misadventures.
HAHAHAHA. I remember that night at the GOOOOLDEN LADY! Corey was in town for the weekend and the Gator game was tight that night and it looked like we were headed to the stripper after party. We were outside, each one of us talking to a different woman and making serious progress. We had those chicks laughing and feeling so good that they forgot that they were doing what they were doing for a living....and then...Cady! He, after spending every dollar he had on strippers and Coronas, got religious out of no effin where. We went from playas to played quicker than Choco could snatch Connie of the corner. I couldn’t believe it.
Grand Poo
Wait! I don't think the people understand the full picture here. Do you know how hard it is to get a stripper to pay attention to you when there's 200 other dudes waiving greenbacks? And do you know how hard it is to KEEP her attention without spending next month's mortgage, phone, gas, & cable bill money - in 2 hours? But do you really know how hard it is to then have 5 strippers ready to leave the club with you & your crew for pleasure, not business? And finally do you know how much it hurts to then have a member of your party destroy in 2 minutes what it took 2 hours to set up?
I don't think you do!
I do not think they DO!!!
Then, on top of that, have said member of YOUR crew, get mad at YOU for telling the brother to coolout, shut up, go to the car, take a walk, and please let that poor little stripper girls arm go, she's getting kinda mad!
That was a damn good night anyway. You know we have love for that brother because if it was someone outside the crew we would have treated that boy like lying Willie.
Grand Poo
PAUSE! I need a picture of Lying Willie for the blog....somebody please help!
Call the 13th precinct.
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