here’s the thing, folks.

If you’re soft like bone marrow**, then don’t be going up to the guy in the room from Brooklyn, talking that fly s–t about, “yo, I heard you was talking reckless about me!”

Especially when he’s the guy who did the yard in the pen.

Especially especially when you just lost weight on that involuntary Detroit diet we all heard about.

Just doesn’t seem like that’s the right time/place to try to make a movie.

But look on the bright side, yung man….it could have been worse. Luckily, the big guy didnt bother with your replacement sparkles. And luckily….when you covered up after the first serve, you avoided the backhand.

**and no, this person’s steez is not representative of ATL or his hometown.