Part 2 of day 1 in Aruba

Part 2 of Day 1 in Aruba After we had gotten ourselves settled in. Myself, Franklin and Maze decided to walk the neighborhood to look at some of the houses because they were so pulchritudin. *that means beautiful and shit*

We introduced ourselves to one of the neighbors who lived across the street.he was an older gentleman and he went on to tell us how quiet it was in the neighborhood. He told us that the most that would happen here is that some of the kids will pop some fire works and guys will have loud mufflers on their cars but that’s it. My ni**a senses immediately pick up that this was code for. “If any one of you ni**as fuck up, I’m on ya ass and ya going to jail.” Now me, I’m from Alabama… I remember when Natalie Halloway went missing several years ago down here. So I knew right off the back that I want going to fuck up. Also, I had just gotten some new sheets from Macys on Christmas. They were the 1500 thread count Egyptian cotton ones. I was not trying to fuck around and come up missing before I got a chance to used them. I seen my momma eye fuc*ing em’ the last time that she came to my house. An if something happens to me although she will be sad, she gone take them got damn sheets.

But anyhow, the house next to this neighbors house had some new construction being done on it, and Franklin ole curious George looking ass, asked the neighbor could “WE” go look into the house because he’s into real-estate. Now I’ve known this muthafucka for over 20 years and never once did I know that he could speak French. He was talking about some “WE!” WE…! so I look at this some of ma bit*h in disbelief and now Im thinking in my mind, “Ni**a, WE!, don’t have any desire to go into this house. EYE came to this island for the food and the bit*hes!” I mean…, I came to this island to preach the gospel of our Lord and savior Jesus the Christ because I am an upstanding christian man and I want everybody to go to heaven. I knew that the good lord almighty put me here to help keep all of these lustful and debaucherious and sinful spirits from over taking the minds my friends.

Anyhow long story short, Franklin almost got us fucked up. He tried to walk into the damn house not knowing that someone actually lived there. The neighbor said, “Hey where are you going? Someone lives there you can’t just walk in!” 🤣 We all had a good laugh, talked a bit more and walked the neighborhood. After a while we came back to the house to get ready for dinner.

We called a cab again to go to this restaurant called “Driftwood.” Now I’m gone tell you right now, the area that it’s in looks sketchy ass hell. There are lots of abandoned buildings in the area and the lighting is terrible, but when I seen all them damn white folks, “key-keying” and smiling. I knew right then that food was going to be good it. Because if you see old white folks going to an unsavory looking area to get food, then you know it’s finna be good. They risked their safety for it. (*Disclaimer: finna is a word, it means about to for my non southern readers.*)

The atmosphere of the restaurant puts you in the mind of an, “Up the Creek!” Or if your from the DMV area, a “Phillips!” The drinks were good and prices were somewhat reasonable. The waiter seeing that we were black, was either trying to be accommodating or racist had given us some FREE cornbread. He was excited about it and wanted us to try it out. When they brought it out and I looked at it, my brain twitched. I had instantly become enraged and all of the ancestors from the last 400 years had appeared to me in a vision. They has this look of disgust on their faces shaking their heads. Only I could see them because I’m a christian and they said to me, “That ain’t no got damn cornbread, that’s damn pancake mix” An I bit into one and they was right. It was a damn pancake. So we ate, paid our bill and went on to the next adventure.

Part 3 of day 1 coming soon..