Some real traumatizing shit happened to me 11 years ago. I still have nightmares about this sh!t. I was in 6th Grade at the time, I wasn’t old enough to have a job & shit, so of course I had to get all my clothes & shoes from my parents…It was around Christmas time 2001 & everybody at school had Timberland boots, and shit, I wanted some too. I never had a pair of boots before, only thing I had was some nutass Lugs my Moms bought me the previous year. So I asked Mom Dukes if she could get me some boots for Christmas, I didn’t tell her which kind I wanted cuz I assumed she knew or had heard about ’em because timberland’s were pretty popular (First Fatal Mistake). When she said that she would get ‘em, niggas was lowkey ecstatic.
Finally, I could step up in the school & shut it the f*ck down with my brand new Timbs…Christmas day roll around, I come downstairs & see the big ass boot box under the tree & I know its my precious Timbs…I go over to the tree, rip open the wrapping…….
and see a box with “SMITH’S” on it…..The box didn’t say Timberland’s, the sh!t said “SMITH’S”…..where the timblerland tree logo woulda been at on the side of the boot, there is a “SMITH’S” logo. I am beyond angry, I was INCENSED bruh. I wanted to say “Where in the F*CK did you get these at Ma?!”….Like really, HOW did you come across these sh!ts?? I never heard of SMITH boots up to that point….Til this day I STILL haven’t seen any SMITH boots, I feel like they made that 1 pair just for me smfh…I couldn’t say that to my Moms cuz she would just f*ck me up for being ungrateful & sh!t, so I just went upstairs in cussed her the f*ck out in my head. My big day was ruined. I had plans to go to this little Middle School party later that night & I was gonna wear my Timbs so all the little middle school hoes would be on my d!ck. I couldn’t go with the SMITH’S, so I just played GTA: III & was sad for the rest of the day….The next day I woke up & had a revelation….Just gotta make the best out of a f*cked up situation….I’m thinking If I just wear my jeans the right way where nobody could see the “SMITH’S” logo on the side, im gonna be straight & i can rise to middle school prominence…I couldn’t have n!ggas roastin me for this shit (Second Fatal mistake)…For the rest of the winter break I’m in the mirror practicing how to walk & sit so my jeans wouldn’t come up so the SMITH’S logo cant be seen. It snowed that Sunday right before school started & my Moms told me to go shovel the driveway & the sidewalk, so i went out & shoveled the driveway. Out of spite I didnt do the sidewalk thinking “Yeah !itch, THAT’LL show YOU! (Third Fatal Mistake).
The next Monday after New Years rolls around, school is back in session. The bus stop to get to school was right on the corner, which was where my house was. I head out there with my SMITHS on, everybody at the bus stop got some new sh!t, so n!ggas is out there flexin. We all stand in a circle & compliment everybody on their new sh!t, and finally its my turn. It’s cold as f*ck outside but I’m sweatin BULLETS. Can’t let anybody know about my SMITHS. Just like Jerry Rice said “When you look good, you feel good & when you feel good, you play good”. N!ggas wasn’t feelin too good dawg, the pep talk I gave myself earlier in the morning wasnt working, but I kept pushin. N!ggas was like “Ok B.Ware, I see you! New Timbs & sh!t, ok n!gga!”. I start to feel better, so then I start flexin a little bit “You know how I do, its nothin!”…”Yeah you know how it is, somethin light!”. I’m feelin real good about everything & think its about to be a good day now.
Remember how I said I didn’t shovel the snow on the sidewalk? Well on the bottom of the boots was the “SMITH’S” logo, & it was ALL in the snow from where I walked…It only took 1 n!gga to see it & it was a wrap. You know that one loud nigga that just HAS to let shIt be known to everybody? He saw…He goes (In his loudest voice) “Ay B.Ware, why the snow say SMITHS dawg??”. I said “Hahahaaaa, stop playin man haha you crazy dawg!” trying to simmer everybody down. Tried to rub it out with my foot, but it was too late. The middle school slander was REAL. The rest of the bus ride to school & the whole day, n!ggas kept talkin about the SMITHS. I couldnt even say nothing back, it was too many of ’em! N!ggas started callin ‘em “John SMITH’S” smh. It was a roast session for the rest of the day. I thought I was gon be THAT nigga…Everybody lookin at me like “Damn……..”.
Here’s the most f*cked up part…I had gym class in the last period for the day, & I was happy cuz I could take some aggression out on the white kids playin dodgeball after my extremely bad day, go home & forget it ever happened… Problem was they were havin the little Science Fair project in the gym so we had gym class in the wrestling room. I forgot my gym lock at the crib, so I just put all my clothes & SMITH boots in an empty locker & thought it would be straight (Fourth Fatal Mistake)….Man I come back after class, and all my sh!t is GONE…Everything…My jeans, my shirt, & my SMITH’S….N!ggas swiped my SMITH’S dawg smfh. I knew I wasnt gettin it back so I was like f*ck it, & took the L….The bus was about to leave, so I hurry up & look through the lost & Found clothes bin for an outfit to wear home. It’s snowing like a bitch outside, but I couldn’t find anything really warm to wear so i just threw on what I found (Some little ass shorts, a T-shirt, & some old ass Hakeem Olajuwon’s). As I got on the bus, a n!gga started roastin me about my SMITH’S & I couldnt take it no more, I said what any little black kid said when he is gettin roasted: “But you cant BEAT me though’….so we started tearing it.
The Bus Driver saw, & kicked me off the bus, but not him smfh. Had to walk home in the SNOW wearin somebody else’s Smedium shorts & old ass Hakeem Olajuwons with the big ass “34″ on the side. As I’m walking home thinking about how I got to this point, a car ode by a big ass puddle & it splashed me. I was soaked. At that point, all hope was lost. A tear slid down my cheek on some Denzel Washington sh!t from ”Glory”…I just continued my walk home & was melancholy for the rest of the Schoolyear.
SMITH’s WILL HAUNT ME FOREVER.