RETAIL
(THE BEGINNING)
(Troy narrow rating)
So I grew up middle class black family in a predominantly white neighborhood with a black family on my same street and another black family on the street behind us with a grand total of 3 including us. In elementary it was a mix crowd but I tend to hang out with the white crowd…at that time nobody was paying any attention to that sort of thing…All I knew was not to get my new shoes dirty! Every year my mom would by me a new pair of shoes and tell me “you better make them last because I am not getting you another pair”…I didn’t care about shoes at least not until like the 3rd grade…That’s when my friends started to care what they looked like…me I didn’t care as long as I didn’t have to tie them! Every year up until then I got Velcro strap shoes…It was simple & easy! When I started 3rd grade my mom always got me the cheapest shoes & at that time was the chuck Taylor’s…The solid colors! This was before they were popular…they called them b oboes then…Every year until I left Elementary school I would hear “Troy what color b oboes you done got this year! Red or Yellow!?” Even the teachers would pick on me…I used to over hear them while I played in the sand box…Just because a 7 year old boy tip pi toed around in the sand because he wanted to keep his new b oboes clean! They thought that was pretty funny. When I got to the 5th grade…. I got to get Nike’s! They were the wackiest Nike’s in the store…..but they were Nike’s!
I had my Nike’s so I was ready to go places to show them off! We had our own “night club”…We had our dance floor and we had a BIG screen TV with a couch…Then we had our little stop and snack bar with booths…It was the shizznit!
When I got the Nike’s everybody was treating me like part of the crowd..Of course I had to get shirts and pants to go with my Nike’s before I went out “night club” for pre-teens. I didn’t buy anything then but I knew then I had to have nice things to be treated like someone.
“The Retail Show”
(In Troy’s bedroom 8 years ago)
Marshall-Hey Pervert…go downstairs and get some alcohol!
Troy-IT’S PURVIS! And ok…
(Nar orating on the way down the steps)
Damn…You can almost smell that all the way downstairs…I’m going to get in trouble...This is totally stupid…
Mrs. Purvis-Troy what are you doing down here baby? Where are your friends?
Troy- Oh…There in my room they got thirsty…I come to get them something to drink…(grabs a bottle a liquor thinking no one saw him or to drunk to notice)
Mr. Purvis aka ‘Buck’-Boy what are you doing!
Troy- Umm…I noticed that this was not on ice?
(Nar orating on the way up the steps)
What the hell was I thinking…I am not white… listening to Fanny…what a dumb ass last name Fanny…Marshall Fanny…He got me in trouble…Fagot Fanny…(chuckles) that’s a good one..I’m gonna use that…
Troy- Fagot Fanny! You got me in trouble…
Marshall-Shut up! Who you calling fagot pervert!
Troy-Marshall Fagot I guess I don’t know?
Marshall- Hey it’s Marshall Fantastic kid…
Troy-Oh… that’s even better…(laughing hysterically) Marshall Fantastic Fagot…
Marshall-Ok man let’s call it truths on the making fun of each other’s name...it can go on forever!
Troy- Ok I was just thinking of your initials…ok last on then truths MF fagot! (Laughing hysterically)
Ok now on a serious note… I can’t believe I let you guys talk me into doing this inside the house…you can smell it almost downstairs… Ray put that out…come on man your smarter than you look (chuckles)…We need to leave and go walking...
