Dating As a Thug Can Be Stressful

Let me get this out of the way right quick. It was a time in life where I might have fallen under the thug label. A woman I once dated often referred to me as “thug life”. Now my interpretation of a thug and what was deem a thug by the general consensus varied greatly. I mean I’ve done a few things here and there but I wasn’t exactly fit to be an extra in HBO’s The Wire. I felt that holding a job consistently and my car wasn’t in my momma’s name at the very least should have pushed me out of the thug category. It didn’t.

 
Now being a thug, or at minimum, being viewed as a thug has some added pressures and requirements over being viewed as a square. Let’s get into it.
 
Drugs
Being a thug means having drugs on demand for her and her friends. You instantly become the plug for tree, molly, lean or whatever she might be into. You might not even sell drugs but you know somebody with it at all times on speed dial. She also doesn’t expect to pay because you’ve been receiving consistent pussi payments so you’ve already been paid. Which can be costly because drugs aren’t free.
 
The connect on all things illegal
Seriously all things illegal.
Getting the boot off your car because of all your unpaid parking tickets? It can be done.
Illegal cable? Yep
Jail broken Amazon Fire stick? Sure
Half off food stamps? Absolutely
Guns? You bet
Crack heads that steal stuff from Target, CVS and Macy’s? Hell yeah
Pretty much anything shady and underhanded you are the direct connection to the black market and the underworld. The pressure is real.
 
Random acts of violence on demand
She may have never seen you step on a grape during a food fight but you automatically become the enforcer, the muscle, the shooter or whatever the kids are calling it these days. She’ll go from law abiding citizen square chick to the girlfriend of gangster and will let it be known. “Oh my baby crazy he doesn’t play.” And she just waiting for her moment to take off your choke collar and let you loose on her foes. If somebody is broke into her car, on the other side of town in the dead of night, the first call is coming to you. Yes; you not the cops or her insurance company. It’s time to pull up with your goons and track down whoever this to her car and make them pay. There’s a guy at her job that gets on her nerves so you or somebody you know needs to beat him up.
 
Encyclopedia Britannica: The Underworld Edition
Every crime, every criminal, you know who did it, why and for how much. For all hood lingo you are the ghetto Rosetta stone. She just finished listening to that Lil Baby mixtape and he use some terms she’s not familiar with then you need to be defining them. That’s just one of things you’re supposed to know at all times along with the going price of a kilo, why is mid still selling, where’s the closest chop shop and who is her favorite celebs personal drug dealer.
 
It ain’t easy being a thug
Jean DeGrate has spoken