It's sad because I feel that I'm a generally caring person.
And the older I get, the more I realize that most people ain't bout shyt.
To make a long story long.........
I remember staying with my grandma for a weekend when I was was a kid.
My pops gave me $10 to spend at the corner store.
I remember playing with my friends Saturday morning/afternoon.
I went inside to rest.
I pulled my ten dollar bill out of my pocket, looked at it, and sat it on the coffee table.
I fell asleep on the sofa.
Woke up, ten dollar bill was gone.
I searched the sofa, under the sofa, under the coffee table, in the fridge.
Nothing.
But my uncle was there. Nga showed up while I was sleeping.
I asked my grandma and my uncle if they'd seen my money.
They both said they hadn't.
Grandma felt bad and took me to the corner store and hooked me up.
(RIP Grandma! I love and miss you!)
A few months later, I'm at my uncle's house visiting my cousins.
Some dude came over.
And he and my uncle
BOTH went into the bathroom at the same time........
for a long time.
I asked my aunt what were they doing in the bathroom like that.
She told me to stay out of their business!
Me: 
Pops came to pick me up and I told him about unk and the dude in the bathroom together.
Pops: "Damn! I think your uncle is addicted to heroin. You're never stepping foot in that house again."
And that's when it hit me. Unk stole my ten dollar bill while I was asleep.
That's the exact moment my heart turned cold.
look and keep it moving.
