He stood about 5’10, broad shoulders, with cornrows. He was the color of a chocolate ganache seeping in beautiful, African features resembling the Black Panther version of rapper, Pardison Fontaine. Lil’ Pardi made small talk as we walked towards his 3-story pad tucked in the center of Midtown. He and some friends were out partying last night, but around 4am he got a call from a drunk friend and had to go rescue her. I waited on more, but that’s all he shared.
The Unlicensed Therapist in me had a BUNCH of questions because there’s always multiple sides to a story. My female intuition picked up that Lil’ Pardi was home in bed with FriendGirl #1 and the drunk friend, also a female, pressured him out of bed.
In the 2-minute walk, I learned Don Julio did its job last night, Pardi is the Responsible one of the group, and the person everyone calls when in a bind. Those are the people that, oftentimes, don’t get the reciprocated effort in return and end up pissed off for having such a big heart amongst shitty individuals who don’t appreciate them.
Yikes..
Know who to call when in a bind.
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