Leon, Big Uncle Zed, and Pro-Social

Hola Overeaters, it's ya nigga, Zed. I'm sitting on my parents patio looking at Leon. Leon's a alligator (or crocodile, since I can't tell 'em apart) that's in this lake behind my parent's house. It's around 80 degrees and looking at the weather report from Satan's Anus I should be grateful.

My Uncle Zed came through today. He was looking good, better than he's looked in quite a few years. He moved to Charlotte from Tampa a few years ago. Big Zed was with his new woman and her daughter. This cat hasn't lost his touch. His woman was off the fucking meat hook. Tall, thick, and pretty. Fuck me, nigga! How can a nigga two years outta prison with so much baggage pull so top shelf? I'll never figure this shit out, but he's doing much better than me. All my nieces and nephews now have to distinguish between us. I'm "Little Uncle Zed". He's "Big Uncle Zed". That's not awkward. Anyway me, Zed, my father, and Pro-Social (my oldest sister's husband) were kicking it on the patio for awhile. My uncle is really a changed dude from what I remember. Thoughtful and curious.

We spent a lot of time out there watching Leon, drinking and talking shit. Pro-Social is my nigga. He's a big, talkative cat from Alabama. He started dating my sister when I was 12, so I've known him forever. He's like another older brother. Pro-Social is the funniest cat I know personally. Quick witted and cool. He is my polar opposite, thusly he's Pro-Social.

That cat makes it easier for me to cope with this smothering family stuff. Him and his son, my youngest nephew, Bugaloo. Bugaloo, age 3, sat on my lap when he first got here and grabbed a dreadlock. "Why did you do this to your hair?" "Cuz it's my hair, little @#$&*!" O.K. I didn't really say that but I thought it.

I guess I'll be alright. I've only seen 2 aunts and 1 uncle from my father's side (out of 9 siblings) and 1 aunt from my mother's side (out of 8 siblings) so my day will be full tomorrow.

Happy Black Friday,
KZ