My first boyfriend was a gangsta.It was the stereotypical good girl-bad boy relationship. Although it was probably the unhealthiest relationship I've ever been in, I picked up quite a few things from him. For example, I've only tried weed a couple of times, but I can discern between the different strains and can distinguish the "good shit" from the "bad shit" just from smelling the batch. I learned the finer points of high-stakes sports betting and discovered just much hangs with one basket, one catch, or even one inch.I also learned about gangsta rap. Triple Six Mafia. N.W.A. Geto Boys. He would lecture me on the history of these rappers, politics, grudges, and their ways of life as he blasted...