I remember when my brother was in the Marines he used to come down every weekend and him and I used to go clubbing with my cousine and some friends without failure. We used to start from Friday all the way to Sunday. Sunday was beavh time or rest time for us. I also remember one time when my cousine Jay and me slept over Mari's house and late night I was hungry but I didn't know what the hell to eat so Mar gave me a loaf of bread and told me to take a piece and call it a night. Well, I sure did but in the morning when they woke up and my aunt Oly was making breakfast she was asking for the slice bread. So Jay and Mari were turning in the bed wondering why the hell and where the hell did all these crumbs come from. So, I decided to eat all the slice bread all to myself that night. And not for nothing till this day we still spoke about that night that Quetcy ate the slice bread.