#asunte

Asunte: c'mon Heat beat those faker Pacers

Asunte: I ain't finna fake for these racists!

Clown: oh well let's just keep that joke to ourselves.

Bootie is my baby brother. My personal nickname for him, and I'm gonna use it to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend when he gets older lol but anyway.. I think I made a post before expressing my new love for him but I'll reexplain. So, Asunte was adopted by my Mom at about eight months. I won't get into the full story, but when he first came to live with us, it was summer of my junior year, I wasn't really trying to mother a child because I mean, if I wanted that responsibility I'd just birth my own right? Well, Bootie was born with webbed fingers, so he couldn't do much. & typically, a baby who is surrounded by a new family is gonna cry alot and bitch cause they don't know anyone. So, Bootie was a true definition of a crybaby. I couldn't stand him, frankly. and I was still bitter at the time because I didn't want my mom to adopt him in the first place. [I mean, my sister is grown, I was about to graduate, and my baby sister was going to the... 4th grade I believe, old enough to do pretty much everything on her own. Why would you wanna start over with parenting when you're almost 40 and already don't have time for yourself as it is?] maybe that's just my selfish ways talking, but all that summer I was stuck with him. Every morning no matter how early, until 6pm. all that damn crying and shit. got on my damn nerves. Seven months later he had surgery on his hands to detach his fingers. now, mind you he has always been huge because his mom is super tall. So After school, no scratch that after practice and sometimes game nights -_- I had to take care of him. He being unable to do things on his own because of surgery, he had these big ass casts on both arms, which made him even heavier, and he was super spoiled from my mom.. always wanted someone to hold him. and he just LOVED smacking me with those damn casts. Shit used to blow me dude. As time went on he began to loosen up to the family, and when he began to do things on his own he got alot more complicated to keep an eye on. For seven months I was doing the same thing and in that time we grew closer and closer. I went from wishing he'd never come live with us to wishing that he'd never leave. Over these past four years he's taught me alot about growing up and becoming a better person for myself and the people I care about. Fast forward to 2012. He'll be 5 in October. I'm possessive like he's mine. I hate when other people yell at him or discipline him and I pretty much wanna give him the world. I dread coming home but I'll come if I know I'm gonna see him. It's a weird bond that we have. We fight and make up, we talk about sexy girls and watch Loiter Squad together. He'll turn a gloomy morning into a wonderful day. He gets me, and I can't do anything more but love him. Now, if you excuse me, he just asked to play Rock, Paper, Scissors. lol

Bootie: fuck that shit, I'ma sex on yo' ass. now how 'bout that?