Okay yesterday was a warm day and I was off so I decided to get some gardening done.
I have only been in my rowhouse a year but my garden is already the talk of the block. Immanuel don’t like living in a shabby house inside or out.
Okay so I bagged up weeds and dead plants and was walking around to the trashcan in the alley when two young dudes wearing sagging jeans, baseball caps and dreads walked up behind me.
I was wearing a gray Nike hoodie, knit skullcap and baggy nylon gym shorts that came down to my knees.
“Look at you switching that ass,” one of them said. “And look at those skinny legs.”
Were they talking to somebody else? But there was no one around. Besides, I don’t switch when I walk.
But I do have skinny calves so yeah he was right about that.
I didn’t respond but glanced back at them as I rounded the corner to the alley.
Homeboy was looking at me with a mischievous grin and a twinkle in his eye.
What the fuck? Was he trying to jone on me for being gay (the neighbors have got to know) or was he hitting?
I just ignored him and kept it moving.
My garden last summer.
