When I was a teenager I would babysit a little boy [while his mama was out doing hoe shit, I'm sure] who would wreak havoc around his house and then look me dead in the eyes like “What bitch, you got something to say?”

The same way I wanted to punch that little boy in the back of his throat is what I want to do for Free for wearing this damn wig again – - and then having the nerve to put 1 1/2 Nettie braids in it.