Unleash The Beast!

Hi, Everyone!

I recall the first time I heard my Auntie Cherri cuss someone out; it was a couple of years ago—I think I was ten years old at the time. Anyway, it confused me because up until then, I had never known her to have anything but a kind word to say about anybody. I reminded Auntie Cherri of how she was one of many who taught me about the strait and narrow, and how to ignore the jackasses and keep rising above. Auntie Cherri caught me by my shoulders, looked me straight in my eyes, and said, “Tasha, there is a large group of jackasses that, for some reason, refuse to let you rise above, and they don’t understand cordiality; therefore you have to stoop to their level to let them know exactly where the hell you’re comin’ from.”

Well, y’all—Auntie Cherri’s words came back to memory. Let’s just say that I understand exactly what she meant.

I have tried and tried—Lord knows I have tried and tried—to keep from snappin’, but this afternoon, I had to let Richard Cornelius know that I ain’t the chick to mess with. I don’t know what his problem is with rejection, but he needs to take care of it immediately. For one thing, I let him know that he has never been nor will he ever be God’s gift to women. I also let him know that he lost all kinds of brownie points with me when he showed me how big a jackass he could really be.

Do y’all know that Richard got in my face? I tried to walk away, but he kept pushing my buttons. Even his buddies tried to tell him to leave me alone, but to use an old Southern expression, that fool didn’t believe that fat meat’s greasy.

Y’all, I noticed that his jewels were not protected, so needless to say, he suffered the consequences. I made him think that I was gonna hit him with my Biology book, and he flinched. Before he knew what happened, I kicked him right in his jewels, and I’m not gonna lie—I made damn sure that I kicked him very hard.

As soon as he hit the ground, everybody on campus started laughing at his stupid ass. I’ll tell you how bad it was: His so-called buddies left him right where he was. I just looked at him and kept walking like nothing happened, and you just know that I’m gonna tell Auntie Cherri about this—she’s gonna love this story.

To quote Gramma Jewel: I betcha he won’t mess with me no mo’!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha