nothing too serious.
I pulled a bunch of boxes off the shelf in the cereal aisle like I was at the library, sat down on the floor and was reading the back of them.
One time I turned on the XBox to play Halo....
sat there and watched the intro theme demo or whatever for like an hour and a half. I was stuck there. Straight
status.
I remember I tried to drive to the mall high... I hit this parked minivan while I was trying to park. I got mad as hell. Like why these motherfukkers was double parked and shyt, man! Like, dont they know other nikkas wanna park they shyt!? Why can't nikkas be more respectful of allocated space and shyt, man!? So instead of backing up, I stepped on the gas like I was trying to peel off. I was really trying to push that minivan straight in their parking spot. 85 Caprice, I was doing that shyt, too. lol I looked and heard it hit the car in the next spot over...
Then I looked down and realized that they wasn't double parked, the parking lot still had them old faded lines and they had painted the new ones down. I was like

OH shyt WHAT HAVE I DONE!? I drove home fast as hell.
You know that scene in Menace 2 Society where Kane is sitting in his room, waiting on the cops or somebody to show up? I was the same way. Shook and paranoid, looking at the ceiling and shyt...waiting on the cops or somebody to come.
But nobody ever did.

I thought that I was the only who looked at shyt over and over on some

shyt.
One time about 1 in the morning I just came inside the crib from smoking all night out in the park, I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and saw a pack of bologna like on some

shyt. So I said I'm about to get busy

. I take out the frying pan and turn the stove on, not realizing that it never ignited I put 2 slices in the pan, so I stand up there like its sizzling, mixing it around with the fork and shyt, never realized that the fire wasn't on (mind you I smell the gas, not not giving a fukk)my dumbass thought the reason that it wasnt cooking was because the pan was too small, so I got a pot and put it on the stove and emptied the whole pack of bologna in the pot on some

shyt. I'm mixing this shyt like scrambled eggs, nothing cooking, next thing I know my brother comes in on some


"fukk you doing niqqaaaaaaaaaa?!" I told him

"I'm making breakfast and lunch for the week you bytchass niqqa

" this dude says ..........

"aight, I know you high now! Turn off the gas man..........TURN OF DAMN GAS!

"
I was like

, I know , I know. Then I opened the window and lit the stove and started cooking the bologna, it was like 20 slices in the pot, the fire is wild high and shyt is SIZZLING

like Benihana, the smoke alarm goes off and pop dukes comes in the kitchen with my brother on some Bill Cosby tone "Just.....what.....do.....you......think.....you're ....doing?"
I told him that I was making breakfast and lunch for the week

. Niqqa told me to take the pot off the stove, so I did and then he said, "take your hot bologna ass and sit on the stoop and don't come back until you eat all of that shyt!"
I go outside, dudes from. My block still out there chillin, they see me and come over to the stoop and ask me why I got a pot outside. I told them I was hungry and I made bologna, half of them niqqas was like "YEAH BOY!" because the was high too, so I let dudes reach in the pot and take slices, pops opened the window and said, " put them shyt back, he gotta eat all of those by himself!" Maaaaan I ate that whole pack of hot bologna, shyt got tiring, I folded them shyts up like tacos, nibbled on the like caterpillars eating leaves, I created mad styles to eat that shyt. My dudes were on some












Haven't had bologna since, that's my word brehs.