Well, well, what can a dude say?!
Last Friday 25/06/09 at approximately 21:42 hours, I was coming back, on the tube, from West-End via the Victoria line, and I clocked this woman clocking me from across the adjacent carriage. Just clocking me proper hard! From my short and brief scrutiny I predicted that she was like perhaps early 30’s or summin. But the way she was eyeballing me wasn’t just any ordinary gawk, it was like she was either tryna undress me or tryna workout what a dude would taste like (in cannibalism terms), and trust me I wasn’t contemplating tryna stay around to find out! Lol. I couldn’t work out whether she was mad, extremely confident or just trying to screw/eye-ball a brother. So I just tried to avoid making any eye-contact. In this instance, Master Shortie’s ‘Dead End lyrics’ instantly resonated within my mind “Don’t look now, keep walking” lol. Besides it was proper late at night and I didn’t want no beef. Don’t get it twisted, I was not paranoid or prang, you just can’t be too careful in the Tottenham (north London) ends, you never know what/who you are dealing with, so it’s just best to sometimes avoid making any form of eye-contact with anyone, get me?
Anyhow, minutes later, I came to my stop, Seven Sisters, and blirted off the tube and I could sense this woman was close behind me, again don’t get it twisted, I played it cool and kept with my cool, calm and collected pace, and added a little swagger in my walk (grin). Finally reached to the top of the escalator, inserted my ticket into the ticketing machine and continued with my cool, calm and collected walk the platform. Seconds later she brushes up against me and says….
To be continued….
LOL
Last Friday 25/06/09 at approximately 21:42 hours, I was coming back, on the tube, from West-End via the Victoria line, and I clocked this woman clocking me from across the adjacent carriage. Just clocking me proper hard! From my short and brief scrutiny I predicted that she was like perhaps early 30’s or summin. But the way she was eyeballing me wasn’t just any ordinary gawk, it was like she was either tryna undress me or tryna workout what a dude would taste like (in cannibalism terms), and trust me I wasn’t contemplating tryna stay around to find out! Lol. I couldn’t work out whether she was mad, extremely confident or just trying to screw/eye-ball a brother. So I just tried to avoid making any eye-contact. In this instance, Master Shortie’s ‘Dead End lyrics’ instantly resonated within my mind “Don’t look now, keep walking” lol. Besides it was proper late at night and I didn’t want no beef. Don’t get it twisted, I was not paranoid or prang, you just can’t be too careful in the Tottenham (north London) ends, you never know what/who you are dealing with, so it’s just best to sometimes avoid making any form of eye-contact with anyone, get me?
Anyhow, minutes later, I came to my stop, Seven Sisters, and blirted off the tube and I could sense this woman was close behind me, again don’t get it twisted, I played it cool and kept with my cool, calm and collected pace, and added a little swagger in my walk (grin). Finally reached to the top of the escalator, inserted my ticket into the ticketing machine and continued with my cool, calm and collected walk the platform. Seconds later she brushes up against me and says….
To be continued….
LOL
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