i told this story a while ago...
my sons granddad....hated me because i wasnt a street dude. those are his words. always talking shit about how a dude that aint from the street cant raise a kid.
anyway one day...my son was acting up. he took a bbq fork an tried to poke people in the eye with it...he was like 3. so i took it an popped his hand. his grand father comes at me on some don't touch him again shit. we go back an forth...so im like whatever, aint gonna disrespect you in your house you wanna talk lets go outside.
man i go outside...this nigga comes out with a shotgun and told me to not come back to his house...i was more angry than scared. my dumb ass at the time went home got my pistol an went back. thats when logic kicked in...if i kill this dude then i wont see my son at all, but if i stay away i wont see my son.
i took the diplomatic route, knocked on the door we came out with his shotgun i had my pistol an we talked it out for that moment.
but we had plenty more run ins....
i made a thread about when he was dying of cancer an niggas was on some...i should go see him so we can hash it out before he dies. this nigga pointed a gun at me, and stopped me from seeing my son over a period of years a si went back and forth to court.
i said fukk that. i took my son to see him and waited in the waiting room. when it was time to leave...i went in the room told him i hope he feels better an rolled out.
he died like a month later. i still have no fukks given.
and yes, my son knows how crazy shit used to get between us.