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Bible Study
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Topic Started: May 7 2010, 03:20 AM (218 Views)
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Rollz
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May 7 2010, 03:20 AM
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Dexter Damage: My brotha my brotha... praise Jehovah... you have decided to join us for our nightly reading...
Rollz: Wait... what? Dude, it's friday... you texted me and asked me to bring some bible paper... I thought we were gonna...
Brotha... I asked you to bring your bible.
Sigh...
And… this is a library. I’m not sure what would have confused you as to the nature of the invitation. So, will you join us brotha Rollz...
Uncomfortable glance around the place. When’s the last time he’s seen the inside of a library? Where’s the card catalogue?
Nah meng... you already know this ain't my thing son... I'm not down with this. I'm glad you finally found a gimmick that works for you...
This is no gimmick.. I've found God. Truly
Yeah, whatever. I'm glad you and Stickee Fingaz over there...
Onyx...
I'm glad you and Fredro Starr over there are content and peaceful... but I got a fight this weekend bro...
All the better reason to come to peace with yourself...
What, you Mr. Miyagi now too? You gonna start droppin some Yoda shit on me?
Your sarcastic quips don't amuse me Rollz... This is very serious to me... If you don't believe... I implore you to at least stay and observe... and maybe the word of the lord will touch you...
Listen... Dex... no disrespect. You know I love you meng... I tell you what... you and Sonsee have your lil bible study group... I'll chill in the back and when you're done, we can rap... I gotta get at you about this Crawford dude...
OK... And I would hope that you'll spend this time listening, and maybe the lord's words will touch a part of your heart..
Last time the lord touched me I was an altar boy at St Vincents... and I wasn't real thrilled about Father Flannagan's hands bein in my pants...
Dex takes a deep breath, and turns back towards Onyx and the rest of the Watchtower Nation.
Rollz smirks and takes a seat at a table in the back of the library. He reaches into his pocket and sticks a pair of earbuds into his ears, and starts nodding his head...
Dex and his study group absorb themselves in their conversation and their books... and don't notice Rollz pull a jar of hydro, tweezers, and a gold leaf out of his pocket.
Yeah I said it… a gold leaf. Rollz is old school.
As Dex preaches, Rollz immerses himself in his favorite hobby... rollin a blunt.
You can practice your technique along with Rollz if you want. Trust me, smoking a lil herb during these RP’s helps…
Carefully, open the jar. Slowly.
Shake the bud out onto the table. Now lean in, and take a big whiff. It’s like foreplay. Go ahead.. don’t be shy about it either. Really fill your nasal cavities with the scent… it always makes my mouth water. It’s almost like you can taste those snowy crystals…
mmmmmmmmm.... like God's Vagina...
Rolls then examines the gold leaf, and sticks his tongue out.
Evenly, carefully... he moistens the outside of the cigar until he can peel the outer leaf off in one piece.
That’s a veteran move… you’ll need to practice to master that one…
There... gently laid to the side... we'll need that later...
Back to the cigar. Hold it gently between your thumbs. Crack it down the side... evenly... slowly... until it's split down the middle. Good.
Fuck this library... tobacco in a pile under the table. Janitors need somethin to do... fuck it, you're helpin him eat. If we were all neat and tidy he wouldn't have a job.
So there's the husk.... lay that in front... where's that bud...
Oh it's a good one. Nothing like some Jamaican Red Hair... hydroponic clone... use the tweezers to break it up. Don't lose those crystals. Skin absorbs them...
not too fine or it'll burn too quick... but not too chunky or it'll burn unvenly... there... nice...
Now, the fun part. Index and Middle fingers to sift and even it out through the husk... now a fold... and a roll... perfectly cylindrical...
The leaf... still moist... wrap it around the blunt.... tightly... sealed nice and tight.
Flick the zippo... dry it out... not too much... just enough to tighten that leaf around the blunt. Perfect.
Rollz looks up, and Dex is still talkin...
Back to the music... and Rollz nods and admires his handywork.
Still talkin. This fuckin guy...
Fuck em. Rollz stands up and slowly strolls out of the library into the night... and hangs his blunt from his lips, and touches his zippo flame to the end....
hoooooo weeeee...
That's some good weed...
Brotha! What... what are you doin?
I'm becoming at peace with myself. I'm getting all zen...
By smoking cannibus?
Yeah... you want a hit?
Of course not. I wasn't smokin before I found Jehovah... you think I'd partake now?
I ain't gonna stop askin...
And I'm not gonna stop telling you that your body is a temple! You need to respect the gifts God gave you...
Listen... It was unbearable when you were just a health freak... don't fuckin preach to me about Jesus now too... At least I ain't snortin coke...
This week..
Yeah... whatever man...
So what did you need to know?
This Casey...
You mean... K.C.
That's what I said... Casey
No, you said it like it's a girl's name... The brother's name is K.C. The letters. K, and then C.
Like, Kansas City?
Well, I'm sure that's not what it stands for...
So like, Kelly Cindy?
I don't think that's it either...
Alright... so this Omaha Crawford... what do you know about him?
K..C...
Whatever the fuck!
I hate it when you're high... you're not funny dude...
Listen... I got this cat in a match this weekend... you know him, I don't. Give me somethin I can use.
OK... the brotha obviously has potential. He's raw, you should be able to outsmart him, out trick him. He's a project... but I think he'd be an amazing addition to our collective.
You mean your cult...
No, this belongs to all of us. And I wanted it to belong to KC as well, but... well... he's just to...
Niggerish?
I don't approve of that language...
That's why I said it, so you ain’t have to. The motherfucker has missin toofs, he's got a fuckin master lock around his neck man. I know his type. I know his fuckin M.O. You ain't never gonna turn him. He's set in his ways bro... You know how many of these cats you and I know already? He’s a walkin cliché!
Sounds familiar...
Nah man... Don’t even fuckin compare me to him…
Have you even taken the time to get to know him? Or have you prejudged him…
Fuck all that noise. I know a bubblehead when I see one. And… I'm not set in my ways. I just know some bullshit when I hear it. Them cats in there might be snowed, but I fuckin know better. You don't love anyone, not even God as much as you love yourself son. I know what's up. If you want my help, just ask me... but don't insult my fuckin intelligence and try to get me to do this shit for an imaginary friend that lives in the clouds.
It disappoints me to hear you speak that way... but we're friends, and you're entitled to your opinion...
Tell me I'm wrong tho...
You're wrong.
Another hit off the blunt... Rollz looks up and down the block... searching for a way to change the subject… and without looking back towards Dex...
So... Showtime...
What about him?
When do we make that a priority?
Why should that be a priority?
Another hit…
What, are you fuckin kiddin me?
Listen... God has asked me to forgive and forget. Those past grudges are no longer festering inside of me.
A couple more drags... and then a incredulous look...
You... you're serious...
I've been trying to tell you....
Well, fuck what you say. This motherfucker was out there runnin his mouth, and let my name fall out of it. That shit don't go unchecked.
Shouldn't you be more worried about your match?
With Cleveland?
The midwest city thing really isn't funny...
It is to me... that' all that fuckin matters.
A luxury to live with such a ego-centric view of the world...
Shit... it's a luxury I've earned... no?
All a matter of perspective.
Onyx appears at the top of the library steps, and starts to make his way down towards Dex and Rollz....
The natives are getting restless. Why don't you get back to church...
We're all going to go to...
No. Not interested...
You didn't let me finish...
Not for nothin Dex... your lil crew creeps me out. And besides... I don't need any of em to try and slip a lil kool ade into my heineken bottle...
Rollz flashes a smile, and lets his blunt hang out of his mouth... and gets a chuckle from Dex...
OK... fair enough.
Be easy meng... I'll see you at the arena.
Go in peace...
Fuck that... I'm goin in. Terrorist mentality. Who said they fuckin wit me?!
They just said that fuckin with you brother… they didn’t mean it.
Slap… pound… and Rollz fades into the distance in a cloud of blunt smoke…
And we fade to black
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