Carl Delery recently said, “I’d like to wish collective HAPPY BIRTHDAYS to all four of my December siblings. Ferd, Peggy, Gail and Alan wishing you all the very best in your advancing age. Take care, and may God bless you with many more.
Since Carl just now called me an old son-of-a-BLEEP in that statement, I have a story to tell about him in revenge. Ooops! I hate to interrupt my story here, but I just had to say while it is on my mind that I AM TOO IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL. I love her! I love her!
Now, back to my story! When my brother, Carl, was 19 years-old, we (he and I) had an apartment on Paris Ave. in New Orleans. He and his good friend and workmate, R.L., would occasionally stop at the apartment for lunch or after work and try to jack me up for some spending “change.” In New Orleans, we used to call it “putting someone on a #tip.” Meaning, in school especially, jacking people up and taking their lunch money. R.L lives in Atlanta now and Carl lives in New Jersey; so, my pocket change and myself have been safe from being on a “tip” for many years :)… until recently when Carl texted to me: P.S. Remember that post you wrote about being scared of me? I have been thinking about his text, and sense a little bit of a threat. Of course, you need more context; but taking his text on its own merit leads me to feel something menacing. Unless, he was joking; which I do not think so.
UPDATE/CORRECTION: Carl 100% did not have me on a “tip” when we were young or ever try to put me on #tip. My error! I apologize to Carl for misrepresenting the facts. Sorry, Carl.