Swagger...It use to sound nice. Five months ago i walked into a hair school to get an old school haircut called the 'fatback'. See, i had recently cut my dreadlocks after ten years of growth only to find out that the hairstyle I use to sport was outdated. Not only that but no one knew or remembered how to cut it. I quickly learned that if you weren't coming in the barber shop for a simple trim or an illegal substance, you were going to pay over twenty bucks. hell no.
So, i walk into the hair school and the best barber they have, who happens to still wear a gold grill, asks me where im from. I say, "California." He says, "oh yeah i figured it was somewhere other than here. I could tell when you walked in. You have a different kind of swagger than most cats around here." Swagger?
Later this year i went to a buffet restaurant called "Ryan's" Here you can order steak how you like it as often as you want. All you have to do is walk up to the fella behind the glass and ask. At some point in the evening a group of overweight brothers like myself came in off a bus or large van and came in for one thing. Steak, baby. So as the Harlem posse is standing in line waiting on well done(burnt) steak, I pop over and ask for a steak that is medium rare. No point in waisting good meat, right? Curly turns to me and asks, "where you from, dog?" "Uh, California." " Man, the way you ordered that steak, you got a different swagger then others around here." Thank you swagger!!
I hate swagger...
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