When I stayed in my old apartment there was a sign in the elevator that said “No Dogs in Elevator”. Every Single Day I saw white people and non black people bring their dogs in the elevator.

But I ain’t say nothing. Cuz you know...

There was a gay white couple that lived across from me. Dude had a “rescue” dog. I didn’t really notice but my friend pointed it out later. This dog would have a Hannibal Lecter mask on sometimes

One day it was raining. I stay on the top floor and there’s no roof so soon as I walk out the door I get rained on. The elevator opens up and it’s the gay dude with his dog. He has an umbrella. He sees me and opens the umbrella by the elevator door as in “Step in the elevator “

It was a nice gesture. I took some steps toward the elevator and the dog lounged at me and bit into around my thigh/crotch. Luckily my keys were in my pocket and I wasn’t harmed but my jeans were ripped open. Dude was mortified. Elevator door closed

Last thing he said was “I’ll buy you some new jeans”. He ducked me for about a year. I never got new jeans

And I can’t help but think what woulda happened if it was the other way around. Every day I think about how I shoulda snitched on this man. But I’m too real smh

I finally saw the guy one day. Dog in the elevator again. He saw me and pulled the dog behind him. “Sorry, he’s a little fucked up. He’s a rescue”

I get snitched on all the time but my realness keeps me from holding others accountable. So I salute you Mr. Cooper. The first black snitch after Frank Lucas and that guy on the phone in the meme

Next time a dog bites me I’m gonna ask myself “What would Tekashi 69 do?”