It was time for my grandpa's funeral
. After burying him all guests gathered to have a meal and mourn (in this order) at his house
. However, there were only few relatives and the guests consisted mostly of rapper
s. It was like they would have been grandpa's friends!
There were even some famous/notorious ones like Nas
, Puff Daddy
, Chuck D
and probably Ice Cube
. Rest of them I didn't know but the house was full of them, maybe two dozens or so. They were gangsta
I started to play football inside with someone. I knew the guy who I was playing with but I couldn't remember his name. However, he was much younger than me and I wanted to play with him because he was bored to death.
Our ball wasn't so good: It was leaking a bit and it was damn dirty. We didn't mind and the half empty football suited us fine. But there was one disadvantage: It was harder to control. Puff Daddy was eating next to us with one of his homies and the table in front of them was very low. Then the inevitable happened: I kicked the ball and it rolled over Puff Daddy's plate. He was damn angry and for a moment I thought he will shoot me or at least give a good beating. But he knew who I was i.e. the grandson of buried man and therefore he had to keep it cool. He had to respect my grandpa.
So, I just picked up the ball near him sneering stupidly. However, I didn't want to be in the same room anymore and I went downstairs. I continued straight away to the basement to check it out and to get out. (There are three different exits from the basement: Two of them take you outside to the yard and one back downstairs.)
Then I heard the sound of steps from the stairs and I took a glance: It was Puff Daddy again but he wasn't after me. It seemed like he had something important to do down here. I realized that he would be really pissed off if he found me from here. He might think that I'm trying to snoop into his business. That's why I quietly tried to sneak out of the basement..