…like how much truth is ^this?
my mother use to grab the vicks and slather it on me.
she also tried to make me drink buckleys.
that tasted like straight up black plague,
but it worked tho.
i always try to keep vicks in my medicine cabinet.
rub it on,
wear some heavy clothing,
and prepare to sweat it out.
i loved reading all of these #growingupblack nostalgia on twitter.
black folks are a resourceful bunch aren’t we?
oh and how about this:
“look we going in this store.
i have no money.
don’t look at nothing and don’t ask me to buy anything.
do i make myself clear?”.
…and here go my ass.
looking at some toy and forgetting what was said in the car.
it was usually followed by the look of DEATH.something similar to this:
lowkey: only “us” can turn spam into fine dining.
okay don’t act like your parents ain’t never cooked up some spam and rice.