You know her. You heard shit. Most of it bad. But certain parts are real good. You know she is crazy. She is married. She has a boyfriend at work and she is messing with another cat yall work with too. You have been watching her since day one. You appreciate the look. The smell. The fact that she is thicker than a Wendy’s frostee…
Damn.
You end up working with her crazy sexy ass and after a little while she gives you a green light to schedule a performance. You are flattered but you let the invitation stand. It’s sexier that way. Plus you know she is going crazy trying to figure out what’s taking you so long. Your conversations function on the surface as basic but thats never what it really means.
“Hey. How you doing today?”
“I’m ok. I’m a little stressed though.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I need to relax.”
“Won’t you find a quite place and take a few minutes…”
“It’s not the same.”
“Well you do what you gotta do.”
“What about you? When do you take lunch? You wanna go sit out in the car and relax for lunch?”
“Ah see… If I have lunch I need to eat. I can’t handle taking a break and not savoring my snack. Plus I hate to rush.”
“See…”
“Lemme run before the boss lady comes and starts yelling something crazy.”
“I yell. But nothing crazy…”
So you get tempted. You have to focus day to day. You know you are too good at what you do to play second fiddle to anyone. Much less be the fourth string quarterback. But what if you do get in the game? What if you are as good as you think you are? Do you move up the depth chart? Do you replace #1? Are there still cats in line behind you? What if you get the starting job and dont want it or can’t handle the stress? What if the pussy drives you crazy? What if you drive the pussy crazy? What if some cat who used to be on her team gets mad at you and runs up on you and jams you up?
You know she has problems. She is nuttier than a pecan pie dipped in peanut butter. You ask yourself, “Exactly how much dick does she need?” And why the hell are you even considering fucking with this woman? You know it can get you killed. Your better judgement tells you to walk away. And you listen to it. But many a brother didn’t. It might seem like a good idea at the time but you shouldn’t fuck with crazy.
