To set the scene, we were in my living room. Frampcamp GoodMan had recently came back from a trip so because he was In the sky when it happened, he hadn't see the Kendrick Lamar performance of "They Not Like Us". When I found that out, I was like "Omg, you have to see it, it was so good". So I turned it on. 

We were sitting on the couch, he was at one end and I was at the other. We were facing each other and our legs were intertwined in a way that we were both rubbing each others feet. He always had aches and ailments in his body because of how much training he did. While the was in Little Rock, I sent him a back massager and a neck massager since I couldn't be there to do it. As we were rubbing on each other, he mentioned that his neck was hurting and I asked:

 "have you been using the neck massager?" 

 he replied "I gave it to John." 

I said "You gave it to John?!"

He said, "Yeah I gave it to John, he a old nigga"

I said "But I bought it for you though"

Sidebar John was his "friend" whose son he was training who he was also letting live with him while in Arkansas and ultimately in la. The exchange was that John pay the rent or have the apt in his name while FrampCamp GoodMan helped his son get to college.

I was pissed but I kept it inside. But DAMN, I go outta my way to get you something to help you with your pain and you didnt even appreciate it. 

One of his favorite things to say was "Dont nobody got no money!"

That being said, if he didnt want it or like it...why not give it to his son whom actively needed tools for recovery, or send it back to Amazon so I could get the refund since it was of no use to him...but no, he decided to give it to another NIGGA 

(his favorite gender of the human species). 

He asked "Do you have a problem with that?"

I said "Nope"

just then Kendrick Lamar had walked on the stage, we had been watching the tv on mute because we were talking.

I pointed to the tv because the moment we were watching for had arrived.

He loses his shit. Threw my legs off of him

"Dont point at the TV like Im a muthafucking kid"

He stands up, walks over to me and is now in my face

I said "what are you talking about, I pointed to the TV because the performance was about to start"

He said "I dont give a fuck about that performance, we were having a conversation. Im getting real tired of how you coming at me my nigga" 

He was tapping my chest with the back of his hand while saying this. I sat there frozen and took it because any false move the he took the wrong way could have me picking my shit up off the floor.

 His greatest threat is violence, so I sat there as the intimidation continued “you really don’t know who you fucking with, I knock Niggas out for shit like that…he said it so close he was spitting on me with every word. I continued to sit still while the temper tantrum got bigger because I didnt know what the tasmanian devil would do next but i knew me and my furniture were not safe. After a monologue of rage, he decided to leave. He was done with me and my ”disrespect”. He decided to “Wesside”-FrampCamp Goodman 

Below is the conversation that took place the next morning.