Chapter One: Hard Times and Humble Beginnings
I grew up in the streets of 69th and Morgan, the south side of Chicago. Rough as hell. We did all that bullshit -- fighting, cuttin' each other with glass, shootin'. But back when we were coming up, we could joke with each other hard. We killed each other with jokes, all day long. And we didn't run and get no pistols or nothin'. Learning how to take a joke, learning how to tell one on somebody -- that shit made you stronger. People talkin' about you: "Ya hair nappy"; "You got on floods up to here."
Lint in ya hair? Shit, you had the teddis.
And it's always
a guy that smells...