I have tried to have an understanding heart when it comes to Norfolk men because I too was raised in the inner city part. But I just find it sad that guys that I meet who are almost thirty years old have as much baggage as they do. I get approached by men from Norfolk and I try to have a conversation with them, you know, because I feel like everybody deserve a chance. But every conversation that I have had with a guy from Norfolk has been just a combination of ignorance, ratchetness and just coonery. I hate the word "Coon" with a passion, but it is what it is.
Norfolk guys seem to only care about going to the club, their rap career which is going nowhere, and their slew of baby mamas who attack every chick that comment on their facebook posts. They hang out with their other 25 homeboys who are doing nothing with their lives, sitting around bus stations all day begging for cigarettes and talking about absolutely nothing. Lets talk about how every guy from Norfolk is a successful party promoter. You walk around Norfolk all day long passing out fliers, telling people to come to Club Mansion every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night. You flood my facebook inbox with invites telling me to come to Club Dream, you flood my mentions on twitter telling me to come to Club Voodoo and partake in a swimsuit contest and like midnight that night you float pictures of women scandilly clad in bikinis climbing up poles. You don't even have the decency to block their faces out.
Lets talk about how 95.5% of guys from Norfolk is a rapper. You have been a rapper since you were a freshmen at Booker T. Washington High School. You have been releasing mixtapes forever and you are now thirty and still trying to shop your mixtape around. When do you think a plan B should be set in motion?? Like seriously, when do you suppose you should start working on a promising trade?
Lets talk about how when you approach me to get to know me you tell me you're hobbies are hanging out with 30 of your homeboys every day, going to the club 4 out of 5 days a week, and you have 6 kids with 5 baby mommas. Then when I tell you about me how I like to read a lot, go to the museum, I like animals, I go to school, I am very active on campus and the community with work you look at me as if I have three heads. Then you come out of your mouth with a bold face lie about how you just came from orientation that day from one of the local universities and you're about to move in to the dorms but then you forgot that you told me you just got out of jail for drug possession that previous day.
