[Tone: Conversational & Analytical]
Look, I had this kid in sixth grade who was always on some bullyish. I called him Mark (because he was a mark ass buster), that wasn’t his real name, but that’s what I called him because he stayed trying to mark his territory in ways that made no damn sense. Mark would start fights in the hallway, but not over stepping on shoes or looking at him the wrong way. Mark would start fights because he talked to people in the most disrespectful manner possible, and thought he could get away with it because his older cousins were actually in a gang.
He’d walk up to you, talking slick, calling you out your name, questioning your resolve (in this case, manhood), running his mouth like consequences were a myth. And when you checked him on it, Mark would start throwing around his cousins’ names like that was supposed to make you back down (it did for most). He thought proximity to their street credibility transferred to him by blood relation, like disrespect was …
