Life and Times of a Nigga Called Da Muhs

I was driving to the store with the girls in the car and I started playing some Celine Dion. I sung along with it, hitting the high notes and all (terribly), and really getting into it as if nobody can see me or hear me (well, it was dark, so I don't think anybody coulda really seen me). After a while, I stopped singing and asked my girls if they like my singing. They both said "Yes." I started laughing because I totally expected them to say "No" and make fun of me. They can be real honest and critical, so that caught me by surprise. I guess they really do like my singing. Thanks. Another day, we stopped at Wal-Mart and I got out the car to walk toward the store to find Mumina a motorized wheelchair to use. An old, white, big guy was using one of those chairs coming out of the store and he was close to his vehicle, so I went to him to ask if I could take the chair after he unloads his things. He said "sure" so I went and got everybody out the car. Afte...

I parked at the grocery store in a handicap spot, put the tag up and walked toward the entrance. A guy was walking behind me and as I entered the store I hear him say "It must be hard being greasy." I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, so I kept walking. But then I heard him say it again. This time I felt like he definitely was talking to me, but I kept walking without looking back. As I was trying to figure out if he was really talking to me I heard him saying something else, but it sounded like he was on the phone with someone, continuing a conversation as if what he said before was part that conversation. I didn't catch what he was saying, but it was something like "...so my mom was trying to buy something or other from someone...." I don't know, I forgot what exactly he said, but it sounded like maybe he got on the phone and his earlier statement was leading him to tell someone about how someone tried to scam his mom or something. I didn't look...