I took oĉ running out of the apartment, because I mgured
he might try to do something. When you ruin a black man’s
shoes, you never know what’s going to happen.
But then I stopped running. I realized he wasn’t going to
do anything. Besides being a coward—which he was—he
was not about to track shit all through his mama’s house,
right?
Once I got outside, I could hear him yelling, screaming
from his balcony, being all hysterical.
Titus: “YOU A DIRTY BITCH!! YOU A NASTY,
DIRTY BITCH!!”Later that day, his mom called me.Mom: “Why would you shit in his shoe?”Tiffany: “I hate your son. I fucking hate him. I mean, I
love him, but I hate him. He’s a fucking loser. He’s a
shitty-ass motherfucker. He wanna drag me through
shit? Then he can walk in it, too!”Mom: “Girl, you fucking crazy. Something wrong with
you. You have a mental problem.”Tiffany: “I didn’t have no mental problem until I met
your raggedy-ass son.”Mom: “And he got shit all over my carpet, how am I
going to clean this up?”