"I'm just saying, I think the boy making a mistake. You young, boy, what you wanna go an' get tied down for?! You a young bull, na, you gotta get out there and buck!"
"The boy got eight different women already, how many more you want him to have?"
"A player like me? I had about 98 back in '98. If I looked like him? Shiddd...I'd have your momma giving me your social security, boy."
"Shut your old ass up, Elroy!"
Malachi was absent-mindedly sticking his fork into a piece of red velvet cake that had been peddled to him as soon as he walked into the barbershop.
His face remained relatively neutral and unbothered.
When he entered into the shop today and word got around that he was getting married, he fully expected a conversation along the lines of this one to take place.
He wasn't really offended by it. In his eyes, everyone else were the ones missing out.
He was about to marry the most beautiful women in the world today. He didn't need anything else.
