Small story, real small , we were having a ball. Me , Nikki and my big cussing cousin. He was a busy man in his town , this was a one of many times in my life , when I was visiting. You learn after the fact when you grow older, what it means to reside in a place , compared to the daily survival of the loved ones who's home is in that place more or more often , than most of your , born place of identification. This particular time was night time and my old cousin was back in the house grabbing something he forgot, maybe he had to take a suggested poop . People recommend it is best to do before you head to work , or outings because if blessed with a home , it should be cleaner to poop at your home instead of public restrooms. Me and Nikki were waiting in the vehicle, it was still warm out, enough to where she had , especially to an admiring cousin sitting in the backseat, had on a summer halter top. Needless to say , Nikki had a nice Pam Greer , did I spell that right? The Greer's was kickin', hands down , two thumbs up, A for effort I'm thinking. I wanted to reach across into the front zone before old cousin returned for a good two or ten minutes , if I didn't fear the old cousin and his ten year gain on anger reaction time ! If I had lost my mind and he opened the door ! , "What the hell is wrong with you! Get out the damn car !" , smacks to the head Chris Tucker , Jackie Channing me ! Her hollering , " Ease up Chuck ! He...oh goodness , he just didn't understand ! He..lost his mind ! It wasn't him , it was....". Mmmm , just a thought back then , as I reminisce about home and endzones and goals and such. Rooting chairs of shared good ol' days , forever mines like you when you think of yours also , we all cry , like that last night we had went out to eat , of many stories town to town funk , like the mighty , mighty..... O' Jay's.
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