Today, I went to the park to play basketball. I started shooting around 'cause no one was there but after ten minutes, five other people showed up on we started a game of 3 on 3. It was me, these two kids that looked like they were in college, this 13 year old kid (no pedo) and his old brother who was jacked like he just got out of prison or some shit, on some Deebo type jacked shit. This dude was fuckin ripped and could jump like a motherfucker and had a Clyde Drexler Rockets throwback jersey on. The first thing I thought when I saw this guy violently grab a rebound was "You've played basketball in prison for many years." Anyways, we started a game of 3 on 3, and mr. prison ball was talking mad shit under his breath, taking jumpers with the ugliest form I've ever seen, and grabbing every rebound based on the violence and intensity he brought to every box out, scaring the shit out of everyone on the court except his 13 year old family member. About halfway through the first game (we played three games), I found myself guarding this guy, trying to make it look like I was defending him while in the back of my mind thinking not to piss him off and let him score, when he accelerated violently into the sky to shoot a J. But he didn't shoot the ball and instead came back down with it. Even though we were frightened of the consequences, our team was about to call a travel on him when we saw that a finely rolled blunt had dropped out of his shorts rolled onto the middle of the court. He called a time out, and everyone stopped and took a breather while he examined the blunt to make sure it didn't break and put it back into his pocket. He then asked if everyone was ready and checked the ball back in. We continued playing like nothing had happened, finishing two more games.

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