@ Indian Creek Correction Center in 2025
“La La, will you take her out on a date?” one of my homeboys asked me of a plus-size Hispanic female in a photo. “What?!” was my first response. I thought it was a trick question because people who knew me already know this answer. My homeboy asked me again. “Damn right!” I said with conviction. Another one of my homeboys who was standing around us said: “I told you, bruh. La La loves big girls.” My homeboy smiled then shook his head in disbelief.
I’ve always been a chubby chaser for as long as I can think back. As matter of a fact, my first puppy love crush was a White girl name Lauren. I still remember it as if it was yesterday. When I was about 7 years old, I went to Skateland – an indoor skating rink in Richmond, Virginia – with my big brothers and their crew. On the carpeted sideline of the wooden-floor rink, my brothers were surrounded by a crowd of teenagers as they danced. I always thought my brother, JeMario, was the best dancer alive, even better than the legendary Michael Jackson. I stood alongside some of my brothers’ groupies and watched my brothers entertain their audience.