01

What’s a goon to a goblin?

"This aint what you want!"

I think I’m one of the calmest and most level people I know.  I tend to stay even-keel no matter what.  But every once in awhile something happens that just makes the troll come out (lol).  It’s usually some ignorant dude that amps me up and that’s exactly what happened last night.  Here’s what happened…

Me and K somehow ended up at a spot in Buckhead where Russell Simmons was celebrating his birthday.  We were chilling and enjoying ourselves, just vibing.  After dancing and few nightcaps we were ready to go and said our goodbyes to the crew we went to the party with.  Now, I was feeling real nice, but the flip side of “feeling nice” is my already slick mouth can get even slicker if I’m pushed the wrong way.  So as I’m walking out the door, this dude damn near knocks me over trying to get through the doorway at the same time.  I don’t mean a subtle bump.  I mean he literally got me off balance.  Damn!  So much for being a gentleman and letting ladies go first or even practicing common courtesy by apologizing.  I automatically got real annoyed and thought “Am I gonna have to cut a fool tonight?!”  This was the conversation:

Me/Mylah: “Scuuuuuuuze you for almost knocking me over!!!”
Boy/Biotch: “You’ll be alright.”  (then laughs and mumbles to his boy, “These chicks be swearing they hard!  She must not she talking to a real nigga.”)
M/M: “Yeah, you’re right, I’ll be alright, you f**kin’ bitch.”
B/B: (turns around with a smirk like what?!)  “Bitch?!  Who you talking to like you crazy?”
M/M: “I called it right…you carrying a purse and s**t…”  (lol…he had a little man bag on his shoulder…hahahaaa.  Guess since it may’ve been designer, I was supposed to give him a pass.  Naaaaah). “You might wanna just go ahead and walk the other way.  I’m NOT that chick!”

By this time we’re on the street, and I could tell that “bitch” comment got him super-amped.  He was still talking ish and looking like he wanted to punch me.  Getting that reaction?!   You know I wanted to go IN!  I saw I’d pushed the button!  But my better judgment jumped in and I (reluctantly) fell back.  “Get your boy,”  I told his friend.  B/B’s boy started pushing him in one direction, and I walked away in the other direction.  Five minutes later, I was in the car laughing my head off about something totally different, and I’d just about forgotten all about that clown.  Siiiiigh, I’ve come a long way (lol).  A while back, I probably wouldn’t have backed down and may have very well gotten my butt kicked, or I really would’ve had to cut a fool (flashbacks to FAMU’s Kappa Luau when someone received stitches to the head.  And it wasn’t the kid….).  OR I would’ve been mad at myself FOR backing down.  I have that mad dog thing in me at times….I may know I probably can’t win, but it doesn’t stop the attack.  This type of situation is the EXACT reason why I don’t really do clubs.  There’s always some rude idiot that riles me and I intensely HATE being riled.  Guess it’s the Scorpio in me.  You push me, I smash you.  Luckily, this thing called maturity is all over me these days   I think there will be no more clubs for Miss Mylah ’til her birthday.  And I’ll make sure I have people around me to keep the goons away =).