You wake up as someone from the opposite coast/side.....what's the first thing you do?
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If I wake up & I'm suddenly from the west coast, the first thing I would do is ride down on that buster Willie Manchester. Then, I would apply to join the check-in committee so I could make sure all the out of towners kick some ends to the hood.
After lunch at Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles, I'd head to the Slauson Swap Meet to get me a fresh khaki suit, some Locs, and a pair of Chucks.
At night, me and the homies would kick it on Crenshaw. We'd drink 40's, shoot craps, and maybe go to Fatburger.
The next day, I'd either go to the homie's picnic at the pork, or go see the cor show.
After lunch at Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles, I'd head to the Slauson Swap Meet to get me a fresh khaki suit, some Locs, and a pair of Chucks.
At night, me and the homies would kick it on Crenshaw. We'd drink 40's, shoot craps, and maybe go to Fatburger.
The next day, I'd either go to the homie's picnic at the pork, or go see the cor show.
Waking up, logging into social media and TheColi, then telling everyone The Bay started all your favorite trends 
Then bumping Tell Me When To Go in my Civic Sport on the way to In N Out and ghost riding in the parking lot
Then bumping Tell Me When To Go in my Civic Sport on the way to In N Out and ghost riding in the parking lot
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Go visit family in DC and then get on a plane to take me right back to San Diego. fukk I look like in some snow?
It's 71 degrees in DC beloved. Stay awhile lol
I was just there in December visiting family. Iāll be back soonā¦
I'm waking up to palm trees and nice weather 
Probably do a couple sets on my front yard bench because I know that's how y'all Cali nikkas get down.
Smoke a blunt with my neighbor OG Loc Dog
Hit up my ese homeboy Lil Casper and go shoot some hoops where Ice Cube caught a triple double
Probably do a couple sets on my front yard bench because I know that's how y'all Cali nikkas get down.
Smoke a blunt with my neighbor OG Loc Dog
Hit up my ese homeboy Lil Casper and go shoot some hoops where Ice Cube caught a triple double
im goin my ass backed to sleep.. if it aint washington state or Texas.. fukk em
F*ckthemkids
Superstar
Go visit my family in Inglewood, research which gangs have the best benefits/401k, go to the beach, say shyt like ābųsteÅā and āCorrā and āDead Homiesā for no reason at all. Eat good ass tacos. Visit LA black and Asian friends I was cool with in the Army. Meet up with the Mexican ones because I knows itās gon be a shoot out if I actually went to their neighborhood.
AggiePride336.
Black American. The Sipp/Carolina.
Looks like Iām right around Detroit and Flint, Michigan. Yea, Iām going back to bed.
Richard Glidewell
All Star
Home has no meaning for me anymore, I have literally lived in 4 corners of the world and more. 3rd coast native though so waking up in Canada would be fukking shocking to say the least aye
I'm from Georgia, so Iād 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. Weād 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 whoās going to go home and kiss her publicly liberal but secretly racist husband who she resents because she feels heās 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 Iāll 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: āthis is beautiful and classy, so I thought of you and bought it for you.ā 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. Sigridās mother eavesdrops on our conversation while rolling silverware up into napkins. I have long term plans of making Sigridās mother my first childās 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 mulattaās 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 itās nite-nite, speaking of nite-niteā¦
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. Weād 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 whoās going to go home and kiss her publicly liberal but secretly racist husband who she resents because she feels heās 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 Iāll 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: āthis is beautiful and classy, so I thought of you and bought it for you.ā 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. Sigridās mother eavesdrops on our conversation while rolling silverware up into napkins. I have long term plans of making Sigridās mother my first childās 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 mulattaās 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 itās nite-nite, speaking of nite-niteā¦
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I live in the Midwest, do I wake up in the Middle East ???