my brother's keeper

this is something for the honeys. Dudes can definitely relate but they may hate and under appreciate the fact that I am opening the floodgates to possible future dates on how we correlate in ways that are intimate and hence plan to seal my fate. Give me a second to catch my breath. That one right there was a bit of a doozy.

Anyway, if you didn’t get what that meant (not sure I do myself) this post is about the relationship amongst boys and one of its strongest tests. We may walk around thumping our chests like we’re King Kong but underneath all the bravado and machismo, there is a soft center in there somewheres. Some of us just haven’t found it or pretend it doesn’t exist. Well, maybe I should just speak for self because it’ll be hard to find any man that is likely to agree with me without some coaxing.


That’s my man’s ‘n ‘em
Men share a mystic, abstract common bond. Male friends (emphasis on friends) are often closer than brothers. We share every experience and hardly keep secrets. We’ve got each other’s backs. We can predict, almost down to a science, what the other is thinking or how he would handle a particular situation because they are boys and they know each other inside out. Men cry too. Oh yes, we cry; and not just at funerals. Some at weddings, some at the movies (I didn’t cry for The Champ but I have for a whole lot less), some when they’re angry and some after getting their ass kicked! Some will cry together or at least one will cry in front of the other (Rotimi SHUT UP) and this is true. Hate all you wanna, the truth will set you free. I live in Liberty City all day baby – Chichi’s a crying mutha… SHUT YO MOUF! He is the only one that can tell you the truth, regardless, at all times. You may get upset, argue or even come to blows but at the end of the day you sort it out still because that is just what boys do.

blood in blood out, vatos locos holmes!
















All hail the Kings
Going to Kings College didn’t help matters much either. As an all boys’ school, you have no choice but to bond. I was cool with everyone, pretty much but I had my nugs! We didn’t all hang together all the time but you knew who you needed, when you needed him. The school. The symbol. The mermaid. There was just something about that place that gave us all an air. Others see it but they choose to disregard it and try to disrespect it. But you know you wanted it. The KC boy exuded a certain confidence that made his swagger (word to Syndik8) different from everybody else’s. While the legend of KC may be exaggerated a bit (especially by us KCOBs), you know you really (secretly or openly) respected these kids and were sometimes downright in awe of them. This is in no way belittling other schools, oh hell naw but just highlighting the pride that comes with the white and blue. Like one Atlantic Hall OB put it once:

"You have to give it to KC Boys though. Nuff respect. Take 10 AHall boys and 10 KC boys on the night of a party. AHall boys decked out in the latest Ralph or Tommy shirts, matching Chinos, and color coded Timberland boots; in 5 rides, maybe a Benz or 2, a 406, one jeep or whatever, get to the party, stroll through the gate like their father owns Nigeria, garner all the attention from the honeys and envious guys too, then lamp in the corner and crack jokes and diss people all night. Then the KC boys. They rock T-Shirts, faded jeans and scuffed moccasins; squeeze into 2 504s, hustle to get into the party, and then proceed to mack all the hardest babes.”

You gotta love that! As always, I get carried away when I write. Working on it. This is not about KC boys but that reference was at first relevant then eventually became cocky. I apologize. Continuing on, REAL friends are in it for life. Others will come and go but trues (as Bone Thugs would say) see it through regardless. Good times and bad. Nothing can break them apart; money, distance, sports, work or woman. If any of these factors can split the pair, then they were never really friends.

However, there is one woman that can strain the relationship between two vatos, regardless of how close they might be. As a matter of fact, the closer they are the more danger of friction they face when this woman comes between them. And this woman is…

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