So here i am trying to chill out in the crib and this bitch jenn keep texting talking about lets meet. I'm thinking of every excuse in the book to not go out tonight ,one because i never chilled with her. Dont know what she about or what she trying to do. Its 130 AM ,like really ,you wanna chill now? So i already know automatic bunz. But what about after? What if i dont like this bytch .. she gotta be a ratchet if she trying to scoop me up so thirsty. But being the crazo mofo i am , im intrigued by her fowardness. Normally its a no brainer and id be down but i guess im slowing down with it and gettin real picky on who i wanna chill with. Got enough on my plate ,ya digg? But anyways i tell her to come scoop the kid up. She comes with her friend... to be continued
man i responding on what happened like 4 yrs plus later that night. forgot i even wrote this. but here goes. she picks me up with her friend, ratchet looking chick and takes me to schenectady. some guy house i guess they was all staying at. what a mother freaking disaster that was. this nigga is sleeping in the living room and guess where this bytch wanna chill with me at? in the motherfucking livingroom while the dude asleep a hot 10 feet away, probably closer. wtf. its dark and im already looking for an escape plan. bytch aint hearing it. she like we here to the morning... how the fuck i get myself trapped in this miserable spot. this chick trying to get dirty with me but i just cant get into it.. this bytch is really fucking crazy . she sees im not into so ends up falling asleep. im fucking trapped in a strange town with no way home in a living room full of snoring people . what did i do to deserve this. like 4 am and all i can do is wait.. motherfuing dude gets up and stares right at me and im like wtf .. so outta place.fast foward like 6 hours of tortorous time or so . this bytch gets a ride . but from some nigga that was her ex or some nigga she was living with i dont know . just know bytch had to be super retarded. and i felt super retarded for even being there .. gettin a ride fomr her boo or some shyt.. needless to say once we got to lark street . got off there ,didnt even want these people seeing where i moved.. just got out with a nod and was ghost ..never to be seen from again. bytch tried to hit me again too , the fucking nerve. dissed her rightly so. anyways guess i knew it was gonna be a fucked up night so named it properly. its september 2 2017 .. until next time America
