as far as the term "whooper"... earlier this year i took a nighttime bike ride to my local liquor store to see if anyone was selling blows out front. no luck, but on the way back, a couple blocks from my home, i ran into a fella who was kneeling down looking around on the ground for something. i asked him what was up, and he had been picked up by some out of district cops earlier in the day as he was walking down the street. they made him throw out the blunt and couple dime bags he had on him, so after they took him in and let him go, here he was back looking around for the bags they made him throw out. but no dice. i said i was out looking for the same thing and he welcomed me to come along to a local spot he was heading to. so we shot the shit for a while as we walked. he had grown up in the neighborhood and we talked about how much it (east garfield) had changed and whatnot. i was lamenting about the fact that the only consistent hookup i had was this guy who would charge me double for a dime bag. and he was all, shit man, thats what we call a whooper! so i say, why's that? he replies, because that shit aint right! and old boy deserves or is gonna get a whoopin if he keeps on playing people like that!
so there you have it... don't be a whooper. we're all just trying to get through the day.
oh and those jabs were normal as far as count. shit, if the whooper sold me a "dub" that weighed as much as those bags i used to get, i'd be a lil more content with how much i was getting ripped off, ya know.
oh well, onward and upward
