I figured, “Hey, Why Not Follow This Stranger Around”

I’m sitting in Starbucks with my laptop surfing the bloggers of WordPress. Starbucks is not my particular place, but its convenient.  This café is close to my home plus the weather is mild and comfortable to my skin. So I figured,”Hey, why not get some fresh air.” I ordered me several oatmeal cookies-which by  the way cost me a fortune-but it’s Sunday and I figured,”Hey, why not treat myself to my favorite cookies.” So I did.  I placed myself at a table for four. I am feeling somewhat like a humanitarian, otherwise, my ass would be at a table of two being very selfish with my space. Today is Sunday the sun is polite, I ordered my favorite cookies, so I fiqured, “Hey, why not be a little more inviting.” So I did.

I just finished posting on my blog “Too Good To Be True” When a figure decided to sit at the other end of the table. I took a quick glance. Then, I took another glance. This male is shirtless with a black Yankees baseball cap.  I did say the sun was polite, not  generous. I shrugged my shoulders without the care in the world. I thought maybe he is was waiting for somebody or maybe he was homeless. It’s none of my business anyways, the New York way!

I opened up YouTube on my browser and started playing Arianna Grande’s album that has been leaked.  I would buy the album, but this negro is broke until his credit card is clear! I was so in the zone I didn’t see the message my mother left me. “Did you cook dinner like I asked?” my mother texted. My jaw dropped I completely forgot about dinner. I checked the time and it read 6:45pm I am only 15 minutes away by foot which is enough time to cook dinner before my mom comes home.

I closed my laptop in a hurry and gathered my belonging. Before I left I took a quick glance at him. He was concentrating very deeply staring downward at the table.  “Yeah,” I thought “This guy is a weirdo.” It’s like why not meditate somewhere else.  I forward towards the door quickly thinking of maybe running home. Before I opened the double doors out of Starbucks, shirtless decides to grab my arm. I recoiled suddenly.

This guy face was chiseled with about a two week scruff on his jawline. He looked every eager and intense like I owed him something. Shirtless  asks for my name, and, for some reason, I replied. “It’s…Dontae, why?” I said cautiously. “I thought so,  I I’ve been looking for you. I need you to come with me now and you forgot this.” He handed me my half bitten oatmeal cookie I left on the table. “Oh my God, thank you this was a fortune,” I said.
“Okay, we must go.”
“Go where, I don’t even know you name”
“I cannot disclose our location yet, just trust me”
“And you name is…?”
“Black,” he responded.
“Black? That is so racist. You don’t even look black. You look Spanish and should change you name to Spaniard”
He made way out the store looking back at me chumping away on this cookie of love, “It means power.”
“I don’t care what it means,” I said “It can mean African-American. It is still racist and you needs to change you name.”
“Look time is of an essence are you coming or not?” he asked sternly.  I stood still in front of the doorway as he held the door open. I rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders. I figured, “Hey, its Sunday, nice weather, awesome cookies why not follow this stranger to an unknown location. It makes a great story to tell. I’ll have something to write about just in case WordPress makes a Prompt about strangers in a café. Like how rare that would be, right?

He took me to his all black Honda Accord. “You are so racist, its not even funny.” I screamed.  “Would you shut the fuck up already with that bullshit!” He blurted. I shook my head in disbelief. He showed me the inside of his trunk. It was filled with baby pictures of me, that I never seen before. “How the hell do you have this, where did you get this from?” I asked, worried. “Luke I am you father” he said in his best Dark Vader voice.
“You are so racist I swear, first you name is black then your car is black, now you pretending to be my dark father. You disgust me”

I awoken with the side my face red hot in a fetal position. It was pitched black and cramp. I think I am in the trunk of his car. I tried to feel around me to see if my laptop was still with me. I started to panic. I squirmed around the tight space into my pocket to call my mother. Then I thought, let me call my friend first. So I did.

“hey dontae, wait you still owe me my metrocard dumbass!”
“Shut up, Taylor, look…I think my dad kidnapped me”
“you have a dad,? he kidnapped you? where are you?”
“Look I don’t really know, just do me a favor. Go to my backyard there is a mat that is going to have my spare key to get in my house. Take it then make dinner before my mother comes home”
“Dontae are you okay?”
“Yes, Girl, Would you just do what I say please”
“I am about to call the police…”
“No! don’t look just do me that favor”
“I don’t know you already owe me a metrocard. I need to get to work….hello, are you there”
“Yes, sorry seems like we hit a bump are you going to do it or not?”
“yeah, fine, what is your dads name though?”
“It’s Black!”
“Oh Lord how racist that’s horrible”
“Right! I know, and his car is black too!”
“A Double whammy racist”
“Yes girl, okay I’m going. I’m going to text you when I can”
“Don’t forget about my metrocard either asswhole!”

Daily Prompt: Greetings, Stranger

Mental Trauma

They argued with such vitriol that they didn’t notice the children standing between them, until the unforeseen happened.

When I think back that’s all I remember. Being a little boy deathly afraid of my father because that’s what he wanted. He spoke loudly on a daily bases to remind my brother and I we were inferior to his being. His size that stood 6’0  high and over 200 pounds, mostly muscle from his high school years of being a star football player.

His eyes were blank when him and my mother viciously argued. My mothers voice powerful for a black woman was unmatched to my fathers. Friday nights were not the glory days  adults and kids awaited for. While Fridays marked the day of freedom for others, Fridays marked the day of trauma and distraught, as it foreshadowed the hell stricken weekend. Paranoia was my best friend that manifested into a deep soulful hate that lived inside of me.

I had thoughts of killing my father for the drunk nights he would come on the weekends. I would stand only a little over 5 feet staring at him with my lips curled in, eyes pinched together, and little fist balled thinking of that steak knife. The enemy would lay passed out on the couch with his sliva peaking out from his lips while snoring.

He would wake me up and my brother up and speak to us from 11 at night till 3 in the morning about nothing. He forced us to stay up while he condemned us for being kids. He would tell us we don’t need any friends and we don’t need family. No one will care for us as his family never cared for him.

My brother and I both less then age of ten and three years apart never knew what a quiet home was between my mom and dad. Deplorable slurs of words clashed between the two giants  violently every weekend for all of my childhood.

 Nights of him sending us in our room crying behind a door while our ears were pressed against it was normal. Unbreakable nervousness rode the thick red water in our veins when he would threaten to break my mothers ankles. Tears of silent prayers ran on our cheeks.

I can’t seem to forget a history that was part of me as I remained isolated disabling the need to express my grief in what I went through at home. As it was “no ones business,” as my father would say, “what happens at home”.

So I developed the ability to compartmentalize the terror for weekends only. This was my only coping strategy although I was unaware at the time. I gained victory in my dreams as a kid when I would beat my father off my mother. Or when I do grave harm on to him falsely giving me courage I never had growing up.

For being so afraid to die in his arms.

Daily Prompt – For Posterity

Kindness Granted.

Kindness Granted.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Kindness of Strangers.”

I held the heavy metal door for the middle age man to walk through, because I know my manners. “Thank You,” he said.  The man continued to the following set of doors holding them open for me to pass, I guess to return the favor.  I walked through. “You’re welcome!” He said sternly.  I looked behind my shoulders and shrugged. I assume he wanted me to be kind. Who said I was a kind stranger anyways?

Circles and More Circles and More

Circles and More Circles and More

If you were a geometric shape (e.g. square, circle, isosceles triangle, etc.), what would you be and why?

So I am going to do part of the The Finicky Cynic “June ‘Jour’ Challenge” I am rather late in it, but this prompt stood out to me the most. It took me no time to answer either. What geometric shape would I be…hmm, easily, a circle?

So why a circle? A circle is too me the basic, original geometric shape that has the deepest meaning. It’s the basic design leading into the Flower of life symbol which is said to be the design that created the universe. As every math problem, every line, every thought stems from the creation of the Flower of Life. It is only right I pick something that represents the deepest part of me.

The Flower Of Life

 The Flower Of Life 

The flower of life is part of the sacred Geometry our ancestors some how strangely knew of. The great ancient civilizations in our human history all shared this one symbol. It can be found in every major religion some are remixed into portions of the symbol, but overall, it reaches every cornerstone of the world. It can seen etched in stone and clay tablets in flow with the story of their civilization. Somehow, the civilization knew all about this symbol with no connections with each other. How is that even possible?

The makings of the symbol consist of evenly drawn circles overlapping each other to form flower like symbols. It’s actually very easy to make with a protractor. you just draw a circle and then at the anywhere on the line of the circle you place the point of the protractor and draw the same pattern over and over. It’s quite the learning experience as every inch, every placement counts.

This symbol is everywhere in nature. As for me, while going through my spiritual journey I was enamored at the mass of information I was receiving. Learning I am part of everything and everything is part of me is astounding. A Circle is never ending as I am never ending. We are never ending. We are always is!

How fun is that…( better then being told I’m a sinful, dirty beast, born into a evil world and wickedness).

Here is SpiritScience  Better in-dept explanation on The Flower Of Life. These People are just Ah-May-Zing!

iPhone-Android

iPhone-Android

 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

 

           I’ve more than likely been heavily influenced by Michio Kaku’s “Physics Of The Future,” when I feel into that deep sleep. Like most dreams, it doesn’t make any sense when trying to recall, but it’s sure as hell understood in the process. When I woke up, I remembered so vividly what happened…

Everything seemed just about okay at first and you know that’s not a usual thing when dreaming. I was looking for my friend–I believe–so when can go home when she decided to dive into the lake. Stricken with fear, I jumped into the lake in search for her. What seemed to be a lake turned into an extremely deep city ruins. It appeared as if the entire city was flooded leaving the skyscrapers as the new land. All I can glimpse was the difficult of trying to breathe underwater–I mean clearly it was very difficult to breathe underwater, however, I gained no luck in search for my friend.

When I reached above water, I was in an entirely new setting. Two ladies with a moss filled boat that looked as if it was revived from the depth kindly offered assistance. We searched and search and still no luck sailing the boat passed these two corridors that then warped us into another realm.

This is where it gets tricky…

Before us a commercial appeared with headlines talking a part two of something. It felt like a video game. I was so confused. I turned around to see a random girl wet hiding behind a wall. Me and the two search buddies got really scared and one of them had the audacity to blame me. What the hell, I know it’s my dream, but girl it’s not my fault. We came to the conclusion we actually stuck in a video game.

With the realization, another friend appeared to help us leave this virtual reality.  He had a iphone-android, in other words, he held a phone with both features mashed into one. We were given hope that pressing two buttons will warp us into real life, but that wasn’t the case.

This fucking fake ass wanna be captain save no one decided to turn against us. He played a trick on us given us false hope turning into a boss character. Immediately, I snatched that phone so fast he morphed into a resident evil zombie. I was infuriated, yet, confused on how to work the phone. The other two ladies tried to tame the beast as I pressed the two buttons and of course, it didn’t work.

Now it gets super confusing…

In conclusion, my brother comes into the game with another iphone-andriod. He told me to make a call as a friend was going guide us out the game. Quickly disrupted, I saw Thors hammer and smashed the jackass hopefully to by us some more time. I pressed the two buttons again and it 75% worked. I was able to see physical reality but didn’t have enough power to transport permanently.

Then I woke up.

 

A Rose In A Hard Place: Chapter 2

A Rose In A Hard Place: Chapter 2

 

read Part 1 here 

“What would you like to order?” The waitress asked in the most courteous voice. “I’ll take the Dancing Chicken with brown rice,” I ordered. “And I will take the Crying Tiger with brown rice as well.” Anya added. “And what would you like to drink with that?” “Two cranberry juices in the largest size you have,” Anya said. “But who said I wanted cranberry–” “Shh! be quiet girl and yes that will be all,” Anya said,  outpouring her smile that can steal Wall St Investors wallets. I shook my head and rolled my eyes from knowing how Anya already acts with her robust self. She grabbed her black lambskin Christian Dior bag from her hip and placed it on her lap and started ransacking inside. “Girl, what are you looking for?” I asked.  Anya pulled out her crystal craved flask. I know she was not about the spike our drinks with her liquor. This should not surprise me after the twelfth time she spiked our drinks at even the most tasteful restaurants. “That is so ghetto Anya put it away, like now.” I tried to obscure my eyes with my hand trying to hide away from the bashfulness. “Miss Thing…I make my own money, I have my own business, if want to bring liquor I will. Plus, this is not just any liquor. This is a twelve thousand dollar diamond distilled Kors Vodka.” Anya said.

I was nearly two seconds away from hurdling out my seat to slap some sense into her. Anya is still the same girl from our high school years when we used to venture up and down the streets of Harlem in our fresh new pairs of Jordan’s. Times have changed since, now we’ve moved up from the middle class . But damn, she still got that edge all up in her, especially in that luxurious vodka. I’m not even going to lie, I wanted a taste of this diamond vodka.

“You know,” Anya started, “You honestly should have gone with us on Jessica’s trip. We had such a blast! The men were dope, we got so many free drinks, I got into at least five clubs for free, and to top it off…I had this fine ass dark chocolate, football player looking, sex God tastes my treats!” Anya started to fan herself in excitement. “You know it’s been a long time coming since I had this kitty cat primed and polished. It was worth the wait. Can I get an Amen!”

“Amen!” I shouted, but this wasn’t I wanted to hear at this time. “But Yo! Let me finish telling you what happened.”

 

 

A Rose in a Hard Place

A Rose in a Hard Place

I grabbed and my phone and made my final decision to call him. After a few rings he answered, ” I am ready for you to pick me up,” I said. “Alright, I knew you wouldn’t let me down cutie,” he said. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Haha, right, so hurry up handsome.” I snapped on the two locks on my suitcase. I looked around to check and see if I wasn’t leaving anything I may need. I took a deep breath. Alright, I think we are good here. I took the keys, my suitcases, duffel bag, and head out the door. My heart is pacing really fast. I am not sure if I am nervous about where I am going or what I am leaving, either way the thrill is what I am following. I left my 44 floor building waiting outside with my belongings. They time read 10:37 pm.  I took out my cig. Fuck! I left my lighter upstairs, blah, I really don’t feel like going back up there again. I asked the lobby attendant if he had a lighter and luckily he did. I need a moment or two.

I was half down my cig when June pulled up in his all black Hennessey Venom that I helped him pick out a few months ago. He knew that was my favorite car.  My face broke into a deep smile. I was so excited to have seem him walk out that car wearing all black everything matching his baby car. I walked up to him planting a warm kiss on his buzz shaved cheek. ” Looks like a Giuseppe Zanotti night,” he said laughing. I looked down and saw his black and gold high top Giuseppe’s matched my gold suede Giuseppe also. “Oh my god, babe you are so right, we always randomly match somehow, I love it,” I said.  He helped my put my suitcases in the. He grabbed my wrist in middle of me joyfully throwing my bags in the backseat of his car. “Are you sure you want to do this,” he said staring directly into my eyes. I got uncomfortable and looked away. Direct stares makes me uneasy as if one can read the inside of my thoughts precisely. “Look at me,” he said grabbing my chin towards him.” Are you sure about this? I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want to do.” “No, I am not sure,” I said, “But I want to go with you. Just take me and give me an experience.” He kissed me on my neck. It put the wide crystal smile back on my face. “Alright, so let me take this,” he said taking off my St. Laurent sable fur coat.  June opened the front passenger door to his car. “Shotgun!” I yelled. “Bang, Bang, Bang,” he said.

I checked the time again and it read 10:45 pm. Okay, I have to text him something. June asked if I was OK and I assured him for the second time that I am. I’m just…well, I don’t know what I am at this point. I just want to get away for a moment. I scrolled down in my phone to where it said hubby. Hey my hero, I am going out with Jessica and the girls tonight down in the city for some drinks, then off to the weekend trip. There is some pizza left in the oven. That’s all, love ya <3. “Who are you texting?” June asked. I flinched. “Oh it’s no one important, just my best friend. I am telling her I can’t make it to girls night tonight,” I said.
“So, you’re saying your best friend is not important?”
“Oh, you know what I mean, boy.”
” I am just asking!”  We chuckled. He started the car that immediately blasted Drake’s new album. The heavy bass rattled my skin. “So where do you want to go?” “To your place,” I said.  I looked him and saw his pearly whites against the black interior of the car. I exchanged the same smile with him. He sang along to the song horribly, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to make him as happy as possible.

The Gritty (part 3)

The Gritty (part 3)

Kasey walked over to me. “Don’t worry about Tommy he is just going through it. He is however the cunt one I was telling you about. Are you sure you don’t want to come with us to club reign?” she asked.  I really didn’t want to go honestly. I initially only came here to be with Tyree, but he brought me here to this environment instead the movies. “Nah. I am good. I’ll just go home,” I said. “Are you sure? You know it’s tranny night!” ” I am okay. For real,” I replied. ” I just don’t feel like being around all of that.” “Why? you know many of them?” she asked. I didn’t feel like opening up to her about my life and who I speak to. I don’t know her. “No, I don’t know any.” I lied. ” I want you to meet my friend, he is so dope. Plus he is a top.  He is so cute. Its his birthday so that’s what we’re celebrated for. I really want you to come its going to be fun.” I denied once more hoping she doesn’t ask me again before I get annoyed.

Tyree and Tommy came from the other room still in conversation about the loss in their family. I took a sip of my drink when the short Spanish lady who sniff coke intervened  again.  She made her self comfortable next to me  asking me for my number. She thinks I am so cool, though I only said last then a sentence. “Yeah my number is 555-671-3000.” I don’t know why I gave her my number, my real number at that. She put on her winter coat and left out the door.  The stranger sitting across from me was drunk to the point of no return. He had a bottle of Hennessy drinking it straight. I looked at him with a screwed face. How can people drink dark liquor with ease like that?  Kasey and I had started a new conversation. She is an interesting girl who is very affluent in this lingo and it made my question who she knows. Maybe we have the same friends and that wouldn’t be in my favor.

“Yeah, my shit was laced. I am telling you. I was fucking with this doctor who I was his assistant for. He was married and everything and still was hitting me off with a few dollars. That nigga wanted me to move in with him upstate. He had a summer-house up there he said I could stay in. He’s a Jew so you know what that means…”

“That he has money, lots of it,” I said, laughing. Tommy and Tyree disappeared into the back room again.
“You damn right, well anyways, I– Wait, why are y’all always talking in the room? Y’all being mad disrespectful to your guest here,” Kasey said to Tommy and Tyree.
“This is my house!” yelled Tommy “N-No one is going to tell me how to run m-my house, okay?”
“But damn boy, why are you acting so shady all of a sudden that is not cute. I am your sis you, don’t you do that!”
Tommy smiled and they decided to hug and exchange I love you’s a few times.

“That is my sis, Me and Tommy been through it all, especially when we out looking for dick. I am telling you Tommy be getting the niggas. You may be a little old now, but that bitch knows how to hustle. Shit, they be after him more than me and I am the girl. They be saying, ‘I don’t want you, you got a pussy I can that in the morning.”

“Are you serious?” I said taking a sip of my vodka and Dr. pepper mix. “Where you do you guys do this at.” I grew a strong sense of curiosity. It seemed so daring, thrilling, and exciting to go out to the unknown and cruise people. Like trick or trick for adults. I wanted to know more. I wanted to her to show me where, but there’s a time and place.
” Right here, in the Bronx on the other side of the four train it’s heavy in that area. Yo! one time we had to run for our lives like dead ass. Some nigga pulled out a knife on us and we had to fight our way out.
“For real? Oh my God, wow that is crazy what happened?” I asked.
” We was sucking the guy off in the staircase and then he just started panicking thinking we was going to tell people on his block about it. Then he pulled out a knife. That was the first time I say Tommy actually fight. I was not expecting his gay ass to buck down but he held his own, ya know.”

“Wait, what happen with the Jewish doctor?” I took another sip.

 

 

Call 1800-Call-CaptinSaveAPet

Daily Prompt – Daring Do.

Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?

Journal Entry #256
Date: September 6 2014.

Dear Journal,
It’s me again. Your one and only friend. This tea I am drinking right now it’s so relaxing. It’s organic green tea from China. I flew there about twenty minuets ago. Yes, I am that fast at flying. It’s a God giving gift. Don’t be upset journal. It’s sounds like you are upset at me journal. What did I do to you? Of course I abandoned you for several days I am a super pet hero it’s my duty. No! I cannot take you with me journal. You’re just a book. Okay, I shouldn’t have said that I am sorry. I’m really sorry. You have been there for me when ZuZu lilly pup was stuck in a tree and my cape got caught in the branches. I nearly almost died from suffocation. You was there though. Keeping me company. You gave me strength to prevail when some near by hobo was about to open up and read you. My life would’ve been over. My identity ruined. But I look up to the sky and said, ” I am a super pet hero. We do not suffer in the hands of adversity!” and saved the pet while smacking the hobo stupid in an instant. Journal I get it, I know trust me, I understand. Would you please stop staring at me with blink lines! I didn’t even get the chance to right in you yet and you are already scolding me. For crying out loud black book I had to save Stacy’s cat from the ladybug that was about to attack her. Yes! don’t under estimate ladybugs. You know what I don’t want to hold this conversation with you anymore. You are being extremely selfish and not understanding of my duty as a super-pet-hero. Damn, I even got my own hotlines today. Give me a break!

I Can Smell It. I Can Smell It. I Can smell Independence!

Daily Prompt  – Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

 

I took a deep breath. Inhaling the warm summer breeze I closed my eyes savoring this moment. I exhaled all that was before me when walked down the path to freedom. Only 2o years young I am happy I can be away from all and be with in me and my sanctuary. Well, I will be sharing space with my best friend, but he will be in the other room. The point be it that I have my own space…partly. In my hand I struggled with the air mattress box that poked a hole in the plastic bag. “Shit, dumb store didn’t double bag,” I said aloud. I would be making new memories and commemorating my freedom in this shabby old house. It was the only odd looking house on the block that stood next to two to three family home houses. While all the other houses connected in one solid row down the street, this house gray and meek deserved an award for passing the test of time. I wondered why haven this place been renovated and remade. Apparently, the landlord ran out the country but is still paying property taxed to sustain this overgrown shack.
I hopped over the gate into the yard of the house like a pro. It was about four feet high, but it still looked like jumping into a convertible. The grass looked as if he hasn’t been mowed in a few years. I looked at the yard very displeased at the up keep. I looked down and around scanning for any shady looking things that may surprise me. I am not here to be scared.  My sanctuary was located behind the suspicious old house. It served as an attachment where the only connection to the house was through the basement.  I smiled. I soon was about to open the warm golden doorknob to freedom. But then I stopped in thought. I squinted at my door only a few feet away at a dark patch that reside at the corner of me door. “What the fuck is that?” I said.  When I got up close and personal with that thing, it wasn’t a thing anymore. It was a beehive. I slapped my palm over my face in distress. It was a whole colony right above the door. What will happen when I open the door? I pray to the heaven I don’t get attacked by these wasp.
I slowly open the door like a robber. My eyes are zoomed, focused, and fixated on them yellow jacket bees. As soon as my head was inside my home I slammed the door closed breathing heavily against the door. I shook my head to regain my composure smiling at the revealing of my new home.  I went into my room that was once a living room and laid out my mattress to blow up.  the room was entirely empty and small. The only furniture I had there were my old shoes and socks from the other day. I made way into the kitchen to turn on the stove. It didn’t work. “hmm okay,” I thought. ” Maybe it’s a Con Edison thing.” I kicked off my shoes touching my toes on the warm wooden floor that creek from old age. In the bathroom I turned on the hot water to refresh my face. It was cold. very cold. I turned on the shower now curious to what the hell is going in this place. And that too was freezing cold. ” What the fuck!” I screamed. There seemed to have been a creepy one hundred leg insect running out tub. I ran out of that bathroom faster than a jacket rabbit in the middle of August on a hot greasy griddle as Sandy would say. My friend ran toward me with a bat.
“Yo! oh my god, son!” He said. ” I was about to bash your head in. I didn’t even hear you come in!”  “What the hell is going on here?” I belted.
“What you mean?” He said.
” What you mean, what I mean? Nigga where is the hot water and gas?”
” Yeah, about that…It doesn’t work.”
What about the fridge?” I opened the door to be punched in the face by a grotesque smell.
“Oh! there goes my extra cheese pizza I was looking for!” My friend said joyously. The pizza was deteriorating by mold and the foul smell. I was growing angrier by the minute. I starred at him with my palm over my face covering my mouth and nose.
“This is going to be an experience” I mumbled in my hand.
“What did you say?” he said.
“Nothing”
” What did you say? I cant hear you…”
I rolled me eyes.