Fishing for bad news.

I had a friend call me on Easter Sunday, at first I was very happy to hear from this friend considering we almost beat the hell out of each other. Jealousy is a terrible thing to hold in your heart.  But I was jealous and I was always trying to one up on everything. Ok, It would have never lead us to fighting, but this guy let's call him (white guy from Greenwich). Liked to bully, and I would always say no hitting, or pushing none of that not even in jokes, because I grow where fighting in the house hold was a everyday thing for my parents. I mean fighting which my sperm donor father did most of the hitting. So I knew I wasn't one of those guys that could rough play,because it would start out like play and in a second I would switch and be ready to fight. I knew that much so by the time I hit my twenties I knew that, so I did no rough playing not even for fun. My buddy would get upset and push, and shove, whatever plus I was always the only black guy in the group with had it's perks at times and there wasn't much of the ghetto fighting, guns, stealing, those bloody fights that the other people have. You know what I mean. So sooner or later we would start fighting because I wasn't going to bullied by anyone, and because he was white I allowed myself to take more then I would have if he had not been. It was madness. And back to my friend 's call,  and we haven't talked in a while and this kid kept fishing for bad news, This had happen, that had happen, food stamps, lost his job , his parents had to help him out, which could be true, but this kid wasn't the kind of person to ask for help, plus he was a hard worker. So the longer we talked the more his life got bad. It was to much and he kept asking how about you, are you getting food stamps, no, I would reply. Are you still chanting, Yes ,I would reply. Have you lost your place yet? No i haven't, oh. He was waiting for me to fail, I was a pretty mess back in school, a pretty hot mess, drugs, sex, out all night, fun drinking, gambling, my life was one big party. A PARTY OF HOT MESS.  Listen I wasn't a kind person back in school I didn't like to many people. I wasn't kind to people although many people did like me, I was the party boy, fun guy, Just don't get in my way and we'll do fine. It was all the drugs talking, and the bullshit my sorry ass parents told me and the  black community I 'm a part of I'm trying so hard to understand and forgive for being just mean. I became mean.  So I understand why the kid was wishing for bad news but kid those days are gone. YOU get nothing here , so you and your all white boy band are going to have to fine another hobby. Hoping and fishing for badnews just it's a good hobby.