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Joe E was fun.
Since people are telling stories...
I'll keep mine manly and without tears like he died or something.
We partied in Jamaica.
We got pretty drunk.
Joe started this little game called, "trade punches". At least that's what I'll name it since that's what it was.
He was trying to get me to hit him, so I threw little pussy shots at his arm thinking, I'm not hitting this guy. Then he throws a monster kidney punch, pretty fucking hard, caught me by surprise with that since no one in their right mind would throw a blow like that in my back.
Then I had no issue trading shots, it was more instinctive when someone hits you hard in your kidneys. I just remember throwing a massive shot back to his arm, didn't have the heart to hit his back, at first that is. All he wore in Jamaica were tank tops. His shoulder bruised up pretty fast, I was proud. Looked really good the next day.
Moral of the story. No matter how much someone makes, they bruise just the same. It turned into a funny thing when he'd creep up on me and hit my back, I must have been pretty wasted.
I had a blast with him on that trip. And he snagged my Eek-A-Mouse shirt, to cover his bruise!
Sorry, no drug references, no hookers, no money involved. Just a clean story with a little booze.
As for the old days... Everyone was fucked up then and everyone is fucked up now. Faces change, the game remains the same.
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Still Ballin'
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