Blowing Kisses after a loss

I knew from an early age not to fight old queens after I saw my Aunt Lloyd handle a dude.

My grandmother owned a bar on 79th Street in South Shore, and my Dad's older brother tended the bar. Lloyd is a homosexual. Imagine hearing an older version of Lamar from "Revenge of the Nerds" and that is how Aunt Lloyd would talk. Cool as shit, though! He talked so candidly about playing dude & spitting game on closeted dudes like he was in the Pimp Legion of Doom.

All of this is where I saw Aunt Lloyd handle a rowdy customer with a straight-edge better than them 2 dudes in The Matrix.

Some dude was popping off in my Grandma's bar while Aunt Lloyd working. Cat went a little too far with the disses. Aunt Lloyd straight told dude to step outside to settle things, but dude busted a bottle instead like "Naw!" Now mind you, Aunt Lloyd did 7 years in the Navy. Aunt Lloyd also grew up in The Low End before gangs used guns. Back then, they used sharp objects like a knife. They square off right in front of the waitresses station ready to rumble and settle any differences.

It didn't take nothing but 40 seconds before dude's arms looked like the notches on a ho's bed post from being sliced up so many times. My Aunt Lloyd sliced dude something seriously. Didn't even really harm the guy. Just surgically sliced him to the point of disarment. Aunt Lloyd then proceeded to throw the dude out and went back to tending the bar with not a nair scratch or mark on him.

But then, this rowdy bastard comes back with 2 patrolmen!!!!
However, he aint realize the bar had 5 off-duties already there(as patrons) to refute his story.

Aunt Lloyd aint even get shook! Naw, Aunt Lloyd was a cool as an Ice Shelf. He just looked at the guy and straight blew him a kiss!!!

A KISS!!!!

All the while, I'm sitting at the bar, 7 years old, looking like Steve Harvey when he realized Sister O'dell hated Deacon Thornton. Shit was amazing! I wanted to tell my siblings and friends. But Pops, who took me there on Saturdays swore me to secrecy. I was not to tell anybody. Especially my Mother who would have went ballistic.



So, yeah...never fought a bonafide queen after seeing that!