Damn .... feeling real guilty due to nostalgia.... gonna attempt some story telling here so bare with me while I recollect....
so back in school we use to do alot of cussing via ether-esque sketches & piss take drawings...kinda like how the Gods of photoshop artwork on here are guaranteed to bring the fukkery.... I & an elite team of pencil pros at the time were O.G's when it came to drawing up fukked up photos jeering our peers at their weakest most miserable attributes e.g bad/fake fashion sense, bad breath, no game, broke fools yada yada yada you get where the ammo came from..... so anyways I did this drawing of this cocky kid... who went around acting blacker than pitch around the time when that hip-hop/ dancehall fever (Sean pauls/ Beenie man reign) was everywhere..this dude use to around claiming reggaeton heritage...saying he quarter black or 1/6th molotov cocktail mixed ...confused big ass roided CAC(dude was huge rugby type & couple years older so it would be foolish to mess with the muffuka) was beggin race HARD.... I swear this guy had dreams of catching the reverse disease that changed up

skin tone. We use to Several draw with this dude depicted as B-rad from Malibu or Vanilla Ice/ Sean Paul's weed carrier all the time & leave the drawings for him to find which would get him really pissed off

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Anyways so this cacs sister was in a couple years below me ... a fine ass ratchet in training & very eager to please type....so I'm kicking during school lunch time behind the assembly stag shed...rolling up some potent J to zone out right & BAM...in she comes strolling through the back acting all silly & needy...getting real touchy & close like saying 'can I smoke some of that with you he he I can handle my weed bla blah blah *INSERT BOASTFUL AIMLESS FEMALE CHATTER TO GET APPROVAL HERE*' ......I knew what time it was as soon as she started talking about dutty wining & other provacative dance moves

...suffice to say after a few puffs later one thing lead to another & she was on her knees smoking on my 'Delta' ..... Blowing on J whilst getting Blown brehss...shyt was epic

after I

& told her I'm about to bounce & the bytch flips asking if I'm gonna take her out this coming weekend tryna flex that tit for tat card on me...to keep her in check we go over to the local shops & I buy I buy her a box of chocolates because she getting real 'hoemotional' about what just happened using pitiful body language to express regret......Anyways I'm really going off-track here. So we part ways & off she goes later on I see her leaving with her big brother....& I swear it felt


seeing her brother EATING those CHOCOLATES outta that box that I just bought her felt like a real O.G...like yea bytch you eat those... your sis earned them

before she left me at the shops, I told her to keep it hush hush but some how word got out that she been on her sucky sucky swag.....

& her wigga ' JA-Faken' brudda confronts me a few days after asking me 21 questions like fiddy...& I'm like it's all

bruv I

shyt about that....even provide an alibi AKA my number 2 AKA brother form another mother AKA

(he was a school prefect & very resourceful) who vouches for me saying I wasn't at school that day showing him an absent note

. I I even went as far as giving her bro that new Bounty Killa Diwali riddm CD that he been fiending for

this got him back on his false ebony pretence again & dude forgot about the whole thing or rather DGAF no more! So that is
the BIGGEST lie as a kid I ever told...valid at that to save my own ass.... to sum it up.... got high,got head didn't get my head kicked in & It was a good day (word to Ice cube)

.. To this day I still see his sister around town now & again... she like 23 & got two 2 kids to her name...courtesy of a Rastah that was on that passport breeding program
