Ramel working on his story about the Bronx
Last night was a very quiet night so it was easy to here people argue.
“Who the f**k you think you are?”
I peeked out from my window on the sixth floor. I saw a black man in socks and a ripped shirt. A women was just a little shorter than him.
”Whats up with you?” said the women.
”I told you to call me baby. I’m sorry, let me go upstairs.”
“Whoa,” he said. “Hold on. My clothes is all over the place.”
”You covering up something,” she said.
“Its been a long day. Lets go out to eat.”
“No, I want to know whats going on. What’s upstairs? I’m going upstairs.”
“No, no. What you doing?”
She hustled passed him and went upstairs and the stairs cracked every step she took. The guy stopped her again but she was’t listening and she opened the door and saw another woman in the shower and she cried and said, ”You cheated on me! Bye!”
She ran down the steps and he ran right after her and said, ”I needed more love.”
She said, ”Well you got it.”
He grabbed her and she was trying to pull away and he pushed her on the floor. Then the cops came and arrested the man for assault.
