Fallen homie remembrance #2. Rest in Peace Big Dookie
This one was years ago even though it feels like only yesterday. This was back in my teen years.
He got the name big dookie because he was always shyttin on mother fukkers. Just a big bully. Whatever he wanted from someone, he straight up took it. If anyone put up any kind of resistance, he would beat the shyt out of them. Even though he was 15, he was 6'2 and built like a shyt brick house. I remember one time he straight bum rushed a older dude that was in his mid 60's. Dookie told him to give up his grocery bag and wallet and the old man said "I ain't giving up shyt mother fukker" and that's when dookie delivered a devastating punch to the head that dropped the man and ended up running his pockets and grabbing the bag. He was always in and out of juvenile detention, but it never phased him.
Well one Sunday, me and dookie were walking the streets heading over a dudes house to play some video games, when suddenly he told me he was getting hungry. I told him that the dudes house we're going to most likely had some cereal and he said "fukk some cereal, I want some food mother fukker". So instead of going directly to the dudes house, we went to a soul food joint and stood out on the side of it. He was waiting for someone to come out so he could jack someones take out order. He was getting antsy as we were out there for a good 20-25 minutes and no one came out yet.
A old lady from a church came out with a food bag and I didn't realize who it was at first, but it finally hit me. She was related to some hardened gangbangers. The only reason I knew was because my uncle was always hanging around them and I've seen the lady around them as well. They were her nephews. She came out with her church hat, purse and food bag. I tried telling dookie not to do it and who her nephews were, but he was hearing none of it and ended up shoving me out of the way. He came from around the side and tried pulling the food bag. The lady spotted dookie at the very last second and ended up clutching the bag. He yelled "give me the fukking bag, bitch!!!!". The old lady said "what are you doing son???? Please stop!!!" Dookie didn't hit her, but he ended up yanking the bag extremely hard and that's when she hit the ground hard. She hit the ground hard and that's when I took off running.
Later that night, dookie came to my house and I told him he shouldn't have done that because she's related to some gang bangers and he told me "I don't give a fukk about that. If they want to come see me, they can come see me, I'M BIG DOOKIE MOTHER FUKKER, I DON'T RUN FROM ANYONE. Those were some of the last words I ever heard from him...
4 days later, it was reported that there was a body found in some woods. It turned out to be Dookie........
All I could think at the time was damn.........
Rest in peace big dookie.
He got the name big dookie because he was always shyttin on mother fukkers. Just a big bully. Whatever he wanted from someone, he straight up took it. If anyone put up any kind of resistance, he would beat the shyt out of them. Even though he was 15, he was 6'2 and built like a shyt brick house. I remember one time he straight bum rushed a older dude that was in his mid 60's. Dookie told him to give up his grocery bag and wallet and the old man said "I ain't giving up shyt mother fukker" and that's when dookie delivered a devastating punch to the head that dropped the man and ended up running his pockets and grabbing the bag. He was always in and out of juvenile detention, but it never phased him.
Well one Sunday, me and dookie were walking the streets heading over a dudes house to play some video games, when suddenly he told me he was getting hungry. I told him that the dudes house we're going to most likely had some cereal and he said "fukk some cereal, I want some food mother fukker". So instead of going directly to the dudes house, we went to a soul food joint and stood out on the side of it. He was waiting for someone to come out so he could jack someones take out order. He was getting antsy as we were out there for a good 20-25 minutes and no one came out yet.
A old lady from a church came out with a food bag and I didn't realize who it was at first, but it finally hit me. She was related to some hardened gangbangers. The only reason I knew was because my uncle was always hanging around them and I've seen the lady around them as well. They were her nephews. She came out with her church hat, purse and food bag. I tried telling dookie not to do it and who her nephews were, but he was hearing none of it and ended up shoving me out of the way. He came from around the side and tried pulling the food bag. The lady spotted dookie at the very last second and ended up clutching the bag. He yelled "give me the fukking bag, bitch!!!!". The old lady said "what are you doing son???? Please stop!!!" Dookie didn't hit her, but he ended up yanking the bag extremely hard and that's when she hit the ground hard. She hit the ground hard and that's when I took off running.
Later that night, dookie came to my house and I told him he shouldn't have done that because she's related to some gang bangers and he told me "I don't give a fukk about that. If they want to come see me, they can come see me, I'M BIG DOOKIE MOTHER FUKKER, I DON'T RUN FROM ANYONE. Those were some of the last words I ever heard from him...
4 days later, it was reported that there was a body found in some woods. It turned out to be Dookie........
All I could think at the time was damn.........
Rest in peace big dookie.
