I Am by Job Dunn
I was at this little hole-in-the-war bar with three of my friends, Sasha, Tasha, and Natasha. This guy walks up to Tasha and starts talking to her. He gets around to asking her if she was here with anyone.
Tasha points to me and says, “I’m here with him.”
So then he asks Natasha, “Who are you here with?”
Natasha points to me and says, “Him.”
Then he looks at Sasha and asks her, “What about you?”
Sasha points at me smiling and says, “Him.”
He jumps back and says, “Y’all are all with him?”
Sasha, Tasha, and Natasha shake their heads yes, smiling big as ever, pretty as ever.
The guy says now, pointing at me with his finger, “Well, who are you?”
I tell him, “Well, I’m Job Dunn.”
The smile immediately leaves his face and he starts shaking his head side to side saying, “No, no, you’re not really him.”
I said, “Oh, yes I am.”
He says, “No you’re not! I... I don’t believe you.”
The girls all started laughing simultaneously. I then pulled out my ID and handed it to him. After he looked at it for a minute, I could see on his face when it registered I am he, the very legend, myth, the fabulous fabled felon, the infamous Job he’d been hearing about for all of his life.
“No way. No way. It’s really you? You’re really him? I can’t believe it!”
I said in the nicest, calmest voice, “Yeah, I’m him, and for the right price you can be with any one of these girls you choose.”
The girls all started giggling as they see his facial expression change into utter disbelief.
After a minute, he says, “Really? Are you being serious?”
I said, “Don’t you know who I am?”
Amen.
To be continued...
Tasha points to me and says, “I’m here with him.”
So then he asks Natasha, “Who are you here with?”
Natasha points to me and says, “Him.”
Then he looks at Sasha and asks her, “What about you?”
Sasha points at me smiling and says, “Him.”
He jumps back and says, “Y’all are all with him?”
Sasha, Tasha, and Natasha shake their heads yes, smiling big as ever, pretty as ever.
The guy says now, pointing at me with his finger, “Well, who are you?”
I tell him, “Well, I’m Job Dunn.”
The smile immediately leaves his face and he starts shaking his head side to side saying, “No, no, you’re not really him.”
I said, “Oh, yes I am.”
He says, “No you’re not! I... I don’t believe you.”
The girls all started laughing simultaneously. I then pulled out my ID and handed it to him. After he looked at it for a minute, I could see on his face when it registered I am he, the very legend, myth, the fabulous fabled felon, the infamous Job he’d been hearing about for all of his life.
“No way. No way. It’s really you? You’re really him? I can’t believe it!”
I said in the nicest, calmest voice, “Yeah, I’m him, and for the right price you can be with any one of these girls you choose.”
The girls all started giggling as they see his facial expression change into utter disbelief.
After a minute, he says, “Really? Are you being serious?”
I said, “Don’t you know who I am?”
Amen.
To be continued...
