Never spent the night, but almost one time with a classmate. This like 4th...5th grade, my boy Wesley and I were aspiring artists/comic creators. I find out that he lives nearby, and he invites me to chill and he would ask his mom if I could stay overnight...that was the plan anyway. I get over there and dude living lavish af. His dad is like the owner of a warehouse for bus manufacturing or storage....pretty caked tho. Wes had all the action figures, SEGA, SNES, gameboy, pogs, and baseball cards n shyt. The nikka room looked like the kid rooms from tv, posters of joe Montana on the wall, matching bedding, fluffy pillows...yeah plural, a desk, bean bag chairs n shyt. It was overload for me.
I thought back to my single wide trailer we were living in at the time, with my sliding door entry to a room barely bigger than a closet. My decorating attempts using ripped pages from a couple comics and magazines that I would steal from the local grocery store. I feel small. I shake it off and unzip my bookbag to retrieve my prized possession and what I had thought would impress this muthafukka; a pretty pristine GI Joe Snake Eye figurine....or it might have been the Ultimate Warrior joint with the finger hole in the back....it was a long time ago. Either way, Wes looked at that shyt, pulled a box from under his bed and dumped like the entire cast of every cartoon out on the carpet. I look at him and I couldn't tell "still can't" determine if he was trying to impress me or shyt on me. I look back and see his mom in the doorway looking down at us with a "proud?" look. I felt weird.
I ate the dinner they served.
I played a couple hours of Battle Toads.
I lied about feeling sick.
I got picked up by moms.
I never went back over, but me and Wes stayed cool until I prefered p*ssy over playtime.
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). Moms was definitely fukkable though. 
