Corbread, Fish And Collard Greens

I got what you need/
if you want me/
I'm a pimp girl/
with a drippin' juicy jherri curl .. .

-Anthony Hamilton

So, The Champ has been in "The A" for a hot second now. It's been fairly uneventful with the exception that every third person has asked me have I been to a strip club, Magic City seems to come up most often. Strokers followers closely. Appearantly the strippers in this town have Cristal pouring out of their nether regions and their nipples are made of gold. I may or may not make it to a strip club while I'm here, that's not the main goal and not what this is about.

After my last entry (I know, I promise to update more often. Corporate slavery is no joke) I got some serious feedback. Some of it outright hostile (apparently, that list was a standard night for someone that seemed rather offended), but most of it positive. The most glowing praise came from some who have anointed my pimp hand to be extra strong. Along with this type of praise comes pressure, not "I have 5 kids and no job" pressure, but rather the good kind of pressure, that pressure that ensures that you perform. Sometimes the best performances are the ones that you don't know about or come up as a total surprise. Peep game:

I went home this past weekend to take care of some things (King Slick is so damn flavory right now that it makes no sense. I HAD to step my game up!!!) at the crib. I usually try to get at least one weekend in where ever I am staying as to get a better lay of the land, but this was a last minute trip that really didn't permit for me to do much in the way of socializing right away. I'll try to do that in the coming weeks if possible. Well, I was preparing to call a cab when this Kaitlyn (that has a donkey btw it should not be surprising since her last name is Johnson) with whom I work offered me a ride to the airport, she was "going that way . . .". I thought I was kinda feeling a little vibe or extra stares from Kaitlyn all week but wasn't sure. This seemed to eliminate some doubt.

We're on our way to the airport and this Kaitlyn doesn't do or say anything overt (like pull off to the side of the highway and suck me off), but is throwing her little darts and asking her passive aggressive ass questions. She spared me having to give her the "It would be all good if you had nappy hair, melanin and a family history of oppression . . ." or "I don't play in the snow as to prevent frostbite . . . " (God bless those that do get down with the swirl, that just ain't my type of hype) speech that I had to give in the past and we get to the airport without incident. I brave the billions of people that were in this mess of an airport on this lovely Friday afternoon, get my plane and get home.

I handled all of my business while at home (I am a model of efficiency even when I am on my personal time) and mange to avoid having to deal with the snow too much, but did have to re-book my flight to Atlanta for Monday night. I get into the office this morning and Kaitlyn is here early. I pause and prepare myself for what could be an awkward conversation when she begins the "how was your weekend/how did you deal with all of that snow" small talk. I acquiesce and then she burst into the following:

"Remember how I left you on Friday after I dropped you off at that airport? Well I was waiting for my friend at this bar and there was this really pretty woman sitting next to me, it looks like she was being stood up. We started chatting and you were on my mind so I was telling her all about you and how great of a guy you were. She says that she'd like to talk to you and gave me this: (at this point, she hands me a cocktail napkin with a number on it.)

Family, I shit you not. This snow bunny handed me some bird's phone number. Eldrige Cleaver, The Archbishop Don Magic Juan and Quincy Jones (Q was ALL FOR miscegenation) would be proud of me. I GOT A SNOW BUNNY HITTING THE STROLL FOR ME BY PROXY!!!!!!! She's done more to enhance my pimp hand in a week than Mumford, Da Grinch and The Small Wonder have done in the last year and a half. (Note, King Slick was on this list, but about a month ago he did me a serious solid and he's so damn flavory these days, that it's really hard to hate on him) I've probably said to you all at one point that you should carry an 8x10 glossy of me around with you so that when you see a bunny that I would mack on, you can introduce her to The Champ via photo and do some of the leg work for me. I never had this conversation with this snow bunny, yet she took the initiative!!!! She did what had to be done. This must have been how Ray Charles felt when he met Dresser!!!

Before one of you killjoys try to steal my shine, I am totally aware that this broad could be a 5’1” 300 pound stripper with a Paul Wall grill and smokes a pack of Black and Mild’s a day. She could have 3 kids and 4 teeth. I’m aware of this. This is Atlanta though; chances are pretty good that she has a big ass. (not that big asses make the world go around, it’s just that down here they are EVERYWHERE) She could also look like Esther Baxter. The curious part of me is DYING to find out, another part of me wonders how desperate a broad is that she's giving her number to a snow bunny in a bar to give to some dude sight unseen. It could be the curious part of me winning out, but I justify that desperation with the fact that women outnumber men something fierce down here and when you add the homosexual male population, that ratio becomes further unflattering to women. Plus, this snow bunny obviously has good taste, maybe birds of a feather are flocking together? Maybe she had just been at that bar long enough that her blood type was daquiri. Who knows, I may or may not call. that isn't the point right now, the point is I have found a good snow bunny with a plan. She apparently has her mind right. I think I owe it to her to invite her to the hood and take her to my favorite fish spot.

Maybe this is all her secret plan to get at The Champ herself. The world may never know! Does this make me able to change my name to "Bitches" (you know, not in no disrespectful way!)?