You wake up as someone from the opposite coast/side.....what's the first thing you do?

[the elastic]

I live in the Midwest, do I wake up in the Middle East ???

You would wake up in the South

 

[Westbama Heartthrob]

I live in the Midwest, do I wake up in the Middle East ???

Nawl, Alabama. Enjoy your stay nikka

Just stay the fukk outta mobile

 

[Westbama Heartthrob]

I'm on the west side of Chicago looking for a buss down

 

[Vandelay]

I'm in Chicago, so what is that Houston?

Cop a Rolls Royce Cullinan and put elbow spike rims on it and bang some Slim Thug.

 

[ChatGPT-4]

I'm from Georgia, so I’d wake up as someone from Oregon/Portland.

I'd wake up, do the hygiene thing, and slide into my Thursday Boot Co low tops, chinos, flannel shirt, and messenger bag. First things first, COFFEE! PDX Coffee Club here I come. After my latte and 30 minutes of small talk with the fully tatted barista named Charli, I'd meet up at the Japanese Garden with my mixed-race lover who only dated white men before me and has BLM tatted on her wrist inside of a heart. We’d end the afternoon with a late brunch at the Bread & Honey Cafe with plans to documentary and chill that night. She'd head off to fukk herself into self-assured white acceptance with the outdoorsy Chad on the side who views her as a ****** bytch cum rag she doesn't think I know about (but I don't care because she's just eye candy who carries herself well so I use her for bait for other baddies) and I'd stop for a mid-day suck off from my thick and firm-up Snowbunny who’s going to go home and kiss her publicly liberal but secretly racist husband who she resents because she feels he’s turning her into her boring and sad mom with all this stability so she views my Black Man semen as freedom and a welcomed escape from her boring reality. With Snowbunny saliva still drying on my dikk I’ll head into a random bar to check out what their happy hour is like. I still haven't found a bar with the perfect mix of sketchiness, laid-backness, and indifference to me being a big Black Man that I can just melt into the background at and relax with my craft wheat ale. Before heading home I'll stop at my favorite Ethiopian restaurant. The food is just okay but they have their 23 year old insanely beautiful daughter working as the host 6 days a week even though there's only 6 tables. Her pops who cooks in the open kitchen always gives me a fake mean mug followed by a begrudged head nod when I walk in, while her mom who didn't like me at first but now smiles warmly at me after I picked up a nicknack that looked like the other bullshyt she has decorating the shop and handed it to her and said: “this is beautiful and classy, so I thought of you and bought it for you.” Since it's just me in the shop Sigrid sits at my table eager for her dose of attention and flirting, a welcomed escape from her parents. Without taking my order her father starts preparing Beyainatu for me which always comes with a fork because they know I don't do the hand-eating thing. Sigrid’s mother eavesdrops on our conversation while rolling silverware up into napkins. I have long term plans of making Sigrid’s mother my first child’s grandmother. But back to the short term, I head back home after my meal, spruce up a bit while texting my tragic mulatta lover to bring some weed and whiskey. I end the night staring a my ceiling with the undercover white mans whore literally under my covers nestled next to me thinking about potential new revenue streams, taking Sigrid to the upcoming Jacob Banks show, how the classic tragic mulatta hair press smells way better than weave, wondering if I can somehow fukk mulatta’s little sister who is going to Oregon State who I saw on IG whose got disrespectful ass on her that I can tell she's uncomfortable with, and if Prime Ali could beat a Prime Tyson. I mean yeah, Ali is the greatest, and all that rope-a-dope shyt is cool and all but Tyson has Nyquil in both hands, if just one of those punches slips through it’s nite-nite, speaking of nite-nite…

if you draw a straight line from ATL, it's actually LA. Anyways, I'm going to ask my server to summarize this wall. seems like you had plans.

 

[maxamusa]

I've spent a lot of time on the west.....so I gotta keep it all the way real.....


I'm getting some carne asada fries and some tacos ASAP

then I'm hitting the plug then the laugh factory

 

[Wig Twistin Season]

I'm on the west side of Chicago looking for a buss down

…make me put my two arms up… Touchdown!

 

[-DMP-]

Have brunch with Hov

 

[maxamusa]

…make me put my two arms up… Touchdown!

got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

 

[Blown Moon]

if you draw a straight line from ATL, it's actually LA. Anyways, I'm going to ask my server to summarize this wall. seems like you had plans.

South East to North West is truly opposite. If I were from Florida, I would've dropped one of my Seattle stories because that’s the southest east to the northest west(sans Alaska); if I were from NYC, then I would've dropped one of my LA stories.

As far as reading “the wall” don't worry about it. I just like to reminisce sometimes and it comes out that way because I'm a writer. If you want to read a snippet of my life, cool, if not, cool.

 

[Black Trash!]

Fukk a thick bytch in her Tim's

Ride the subway

Fukk another thick bytch in her Tim's

Go to a day party

 

[Amestafuu (Emeritus)]

Sit on the beach in the sun and contemplate how people take it for granted.

 

[Dipsey Doo]

The next day, I'd either go to the homie's picnic at the pork, or go see the cor show.

This is way too accurate

 

[Thurgood Thurston III]

 

[Phantum]

But look at that weather fam. Watching someone get beat down with the sun on your back and a cool breeze...