Whoa big bois

I grew up plowing fields with hoes, I mean horses and that was normal. Having electricity was taboo and of the earthly kind. I grew up knowing the beast within my fellow human. I knew humans that would lift by hands, cast iron straight eight engines fresh out of the carriage of an automobile. And the contest was to gently, without a so much as a thug, set it on the ground and baby roll it over! Plus, not scratch the paint!

My Uncle John Henry was a living sledge hammer (his fist were' John Henry sizE). He could knock a bull out with one shot to the head, at a charge, like an animal, he'd run towards any large beast, and knock it's a mother fuckin ass out! He was the kindest man on earth, even nursed the bull back with beer, holding it's head and they eventually formed a duo. And charged for it!

No one believed, fucking ever! And he was real. His education in America was shoveling coal throughout the entire school year, in the schools basement. He was a built (built, like a mother fuckin brick shit house) handy, man. When he retired, the state of Pennsylvania gave him his drivers license. He never had one and swore and lived, he'd never even shake hands with the beast. He wasn't religious!

Oh, he retired from the state of Pennsylvania having worked for the department of transportation. He spent his latter years like the friggen king he was! He was Mac Daddy (to all his peeps, the man had more gurl friends of flavors that made the ice cream man melt his business), Uncle Jack, Big Boi, Half of the dynamic duo which went from a bull to Brownie, his best friend, who'd for the hell of it in friendship, take a bullet for each other, each taking turns in holding and firing the gun.

Sometimes tipped, I mean out of their fucking minds. And, accurate as a mother fucker. The more pissed off they got (all of em) the fucking stronger they got. They were feared for the power they welded and never overstepped the bounds of decency, well in human conflict. Them poor women, they'd leave cussin him and callin him disgusting and fuck, there they'd be, next week in entourages so big they take a bus to philly, to party. That's God Damn, the first time I met JAMES ( say it loud! ) Brown.

The dirty's I'm tellin you was between them and not fore ridicule. They were and are, that fucking real!