How did y'all find out your boo cheated
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man this site makes me not even want to try to get a wife in the future 
Art Barr
INVADING SOHH CHAMPION
THE LEGEND OF THE BURNING BOOK
i was twenty one, and in heavy club mode at this time.
i used to club seven days a week, easy.
from 19-26 years old, at this particular time.
yet, i remember all the details to this shyt.
as it was the formative period where you learn from all the bullshyt.
PLUS, if you don't.
you are destined to be a goof lame simp that keeps repeating the harsh lessons.
so, anyway,....
my younger homie at the time was like.
we going to this ghetto house party on state street.
i know you don't fukk with that house shyt, but it will be as live as the blackstone motel dj sluggo party in the summer.
i'm like okay bet...
envisioning the nekkid titties, fukk'n on the dance floor goodness.
of the sweatbox atmosphere of the dj sluggo blackstone motel parties in my flashback.
which were the coming of age grown version of dj sluggo's ymca parties.
that i was to old and a bboy to indulge in previously.
this little party, was in the little pavillion down town on state.
in the same little area the micky d's is at on state across from footlocker.
now, i am a bboy and this is the nineties.
the winter of 1997, to be perfectly exact.
so, this is far and away from my sweetspot kick'n it.
yet, every now and then at this time.
as bboys we always had a bit of an excursion at ghetto house parties, as a change of pace.
or after the real parties let out,...we would go to what's poppin' or celebrities back then.
it just so happens, this party is so-called can't miss of the ghetto house variety.
so, i agree to go to this duck ass shyt.
it was in the middle of the winter.
plus, when i first started in the internet game, so..i WAS CAKING!
even, my mechanical pencils were fifty dollars.
anyway, i am in this party in my lo sport bubble goose.
polo sport top, timb's, handwoven three hunid dollar indian sweater, with the original marc echo jeans.
before he fukked his line up and had to rename it echo.
plus, i may have had some timbs then, too.
sckraight old school nineties gear, and mind you.
this is before nikkaz started to really wear real hiphop inspired style gear.
so, these other nikkaz in house duck clothes like chiffon shirts,
steppers and pleated pants, with glitter in their bald fades and designs and shyt.
chicago was late,..so, even them wearing girbaud's, polo, tommy, timb's.
all that shyt they were on late as hell.
plus, i am the guy in the culture at parties.
known for dancing all night in my element at the time.
except this is some house shyt, so i ain't dancing.
just scheme'n on what ghetto chick i wanna jump on.
as back then, it was a difference and taboo to be ghetto.
back then, nobody wanted to be associated with being hood or ghetto like that.
so, it is completely a different arena, and you know what time it is when you fukk with a woman in this arena, back then.
nowadays, nikkaz all act like this shyt doesn't exist anymore, but whatever.
anyway,...that was when,....
i SEENED'T HUH, BREH'S....
NOTE : this is her at 34, not 18/19, or whatever.
so, just use your age time machine imagination, and think how good father time is to to this woman.
plus, on top of that.
she could out footwork any nikka on earth, and she was in six inch stilleto heels, too.
i have to be honest.
when, i saw her i was on the top deck.
in this venue, they have the part.
where you can look down onto the dance floor from the top.
it was like the red sea parted, she was that dope at dancing and drop dead gorgeous.
time, stopped, and all that mushy shyt.
i said, fukk all that and immediately b-lined to the first floor.
which was right when the party was damn near letting out.
we hit it off instantly and swapped numbers.
when, she took my mechanical pencil to write her number down.
she was like, this fukk'n pencil is out cold.
then, tried to pocket my shyt on some i need to borrow this.
i literally had to retrack this chick down for my shyt.
i should have watched the signs.
anyway,..i call her up after this party like on a weekday.
after me and her would spend like four to eight plus hours on the phone in our convo's.
we were waking up and falling asleep on the phone with each other.
just how good ol nineties relationships were when you clicked with someone.
you really had chemistry and hit it off.
or, should i say the old school way women used to emasculate you.
by learning everything about you, cause you were to green to know that strong silent type shyt was real.
ol girl, she stayed out in chicago heights..
yes,..da heights.
if a nikka from the chi,..they know what time it is.
as the heights live in enfamy in chicago land suburbia.
plus, she stayed up the street from the heights enfamous dirt ball sckrip club, too.
i knew, but i was like fukk that.
lemme get my man's to drive me out there.
this was before i got the heavy guwop and the luxury whip, like the next year after this.
she said she had a friend, and they both liked to play pool.
which was like another reason i was gone about this chick.
as back then, i paid for damn near most of my shyt in college.
from gambling as an ambidextrous pool player at safari joe's and pinball pete's at MSU.
so, this chick had me in a zone.
when, my homie drove me out there, to pick her up.
it was lip lock heavy session while he drove us to her friends house.
plus, she was a superfukk'n freak.
as she purposefully wore a pair of stretch pants with a hole in them.
so i could fanger her, on our first meeting, too.
this was in that jodeci age of music.
so, freaky shyt like this was next level for the time in the nineties prude.
plus, she was a post 1994 grad.
so, she was ghetto as all get out, and definately on living out any freak'n you type demo, with no question.
she was ahead of her time.
plus, gave off this janet jacme vibe, too.
[that i would come to find out was not no vibe, but real as a motherfukker in bed]
anyway, we get to her friend's house.
who is this light skinned't chick, who looks just like lisa raye.
way before i wanna say player's club even came out.
she was a bit more conservative, but on my girl's clit.
as i learned my girl was like a head of some stone or some shyt.
plus, had a violent background.
where she previously cut this bytch's titty off.
so, she bout it, as well as fiyoine as fukk.
for that time, she was a one of kind.
as usually, most chicks with her rap sheet were not ever this fukk'n attractive.
i ignored all the red flags cause i did not know what none of that was at the time.
i was green and the matrix was not out yet.
so, the discussion of pill taking and knowing the game, were not as attainable back then.
plus, shyt was simpified back then on the grown man game tip.
yet, this is the woman who started prying my third eye open against my goodman game will.
after, picking up lisa raye 2.0.
of course, my homie was fukkn' happy as shyt.
to get to see these two shoot pool and his girl get seductress lesson from girl.
as she was on her clit and in training, on how to get nikkaz.
i did not know any of this concretely then...just remember this is before the dawn of art barr.
plus, before i would learn the keys to the matrix.
anyway,....after the pool hall session and enjoying what would become the first meeting with my quickly approaching new girlfriend.
as that is what you did back then.
you created a relationship for a nut, thinking shyt was real.
later that week, i arranged for her to come into the city via the metra train.
where on the train, i got my first public pda session that went past kissing.
where, she actually initiated and also was like throw this coat over my head, blah blah blah, skippidity wee whomp.
so, i learned how to be sexually deviant from this female.
who was like two to three years younger than me.
she already was a single mother, with a one plus year old at this point and time too.
which means she got the matrix of leadership from child birth before me.
so, i was behind in the game on what type of woman this was.
plus, cognitively she was on that get me a good man to take care of me and mine's.
i fit in perfectly to her plan.
i just was to green to know any better then.
something, the new gen just has more of the braintrust to not fall for at all, if ever now.
anyway,....
we get back to the crib and my parents are gone.
to pick up my brother's report card, and this nikka gets bad grades, so they gon come back on ten.
so, i do what anybody does when your parents are out.
you get to fukk'n like you back in high school.
real talk,....for that time and before females later in life.
she was easily the best i ever had.
over the course of our relationship.
she was a lot of first for me, too.
she is also, the girl i talk about who introduced me to unprotected sex.
with the enfamous art barr classic retelling of a female saying.
fukk me raw,. daddy...
i'm clean
fukk me raw...
so, we had incredible chemistry.
or, so i thought.
as, i was sure, this was the one and i was gearing up for a long term relationship of bliss.
along with yes, her being the girl who was the first to also make that third hole request, as well.
if you dirty gutter minded ass coli fans must, know.
i thought shyt was great....
a girl who would met me after work in the trainstation.
after riding the metra all the way from the heights damn near everyday...
plus, this was the first woman i learned about where every great cheap motel was at worth going to in chicago, too.
yet, that is where the problem lied.....
what was going on, on those days when she wasn't around a nikka.
i would soon find out, on vday of 1998, concretely.
what type of woman i was dealing with
that nuffin was as it seems.
plus, real talk.....
i even learned, i was inherently a real nikka.
as the decision i made on my own with no coaching.
just naturally in the flux, would show what type of mettle i was.
when, later on i would find out was going and how i reacted and made the right decisions.
right in the face of adversity.
when, most nikkaz i know and don't know and heard/read about always epicly failed.
to make the right decisions i made, with no knowledge.
art barr[/SPOILER]
i was twenty one, and in heavy club mode at this time.
i used to club seven days a week, easy.
from 19-26 years old, at this particular time.
yet, i remember all the details to this shyt.
as it was the formative period where you learn from all the bullshyt.
PLUS, if you don't.
you are destined to be a goof lame simp that keeps repeating the harsh lessons.
so, anyway,....
my younger homie at the time was like.
we going to this ghetto house party on state street.
i know you don't fukk with that house shyt, but it will be as live as the blackstone motel dj sluggo party in the summer.
i'm like okay bet...
envisioning the nekkid titties, fukk'n on the dance floor goodness.
of the sweatbox atmosphere of the dj sluggo blackstone motel parties in my flashback.
which were the coming of age grown version of dj sluggo's ymca parties.
that i was to old and a bboy to indulge in previously.
this little party, was in the little pavillion down town on state.
in the same little area the micky d's is at on state across from footlocker.
now, i am a bboy and this is the nineties.
the winter of 1997, to be perfectly exact.
so, this is far and away from my sweetspot kick'n it.
yet, every now and then at this time.
as bboys we always had a bit of an excursion at ghetto house parties, as a change of pace.
or after the real parties let out,...we would go to what's poppin' or celebrities back then.
it just so happens, this party is so-called can't miss of the ghetto house variety.
so, i agree to go to this duck ass shyt.
it was in the middle of the winter.
plus, when i first started in the internet game, so..i WAS CAKING!
even, my mechanical pencils were fifty dollars.
anyway, i am in this party in my lo sport bubble goose.
polo sport top, timb's, handwoven three hunid dollar indian sweater, with the original marc echo jeans.
before he fukked his line up and had to rename it echo.
plus, i may have had some timbs then, too.
sckraight old school nineties gear, and mind you.
this is before nikkaz started to really wear real hiphop inspired style gear.
so, these other nikkaz in house duck clothes like chiffon shirts,
steppers and pleated pants, with glitter in their bald fades and designs and shyt.
chicago was late,..so, even them wearing girbaud's, polo, tommy, timb's.
all that shyt they were on late as hell.
plus, i am the guy in the culture at parties.
known for dancing all night in my element at the time.
except this is some house shyt, so i ain't dancing.
just scheme'n on what ghetto chick i wanna jump on.
as back then, it was a difference and taboo to be ghetto.
back then, nobody wanted to be associated with being hood or ghetto like that.
so, it is completely a different arena, and you know what time it is when you fukk with a woman in this arena, back then.
nowadays, nikkaz all act like this shyt doesn't exist anymore, but whatever.
anyway,...that was when,....
i SEENED'T HUH, BREH'S....
NOTE : this is her at 34, not 18/19, or whatever.
so, just use your age time machine imagination, and think how good father time is to to this woman.
plus, on top of that.
she could out footwork any nikka on earth, and she was in six inch stilleto heels, too.
i have to be honest.
when, i saw her i was on the top deck.
in this venue, they have the part.
where you can look down onto the dance floor from the top.
it was like the red sea parted, she was that dope at dancing and drop dead gorgeous.
time, stopped, and all that mushy shyt.
i said, fukk all that and immediately b-lined to the first floor.
which was right when the party was damn near letting out.
we hit it off instantly and swapped numbers.
when, she took my mechanical pencil to write her number down.
she was like, this fukk'n pencil is out cold.
then, tried to pocket my shyt on some i need to borrow this.
i literally had to retrack this chick down for my shyt.
i should have watched the signs.
anyway,..i call her up after this party like on a weekday.
after me and her would spend like four to eight plus hours on the phone in our convo's.
we were waking up and falling asleep on the phone with each other.
just how good ol nineties relationships were when you clicked with someone.
you really had chemistry and hit it off.
or, should i say the old school way women used to emasculate you.
by learning everything about you, cause you were to green to know that strong silent type shyt was real.
ol girl, she stayed out in chicago heights..
yes,..da heights.
if a nikka from the chi,..they know what time it is.
as the heights live in enfamy in chicago land suburbia.
plus, she stayed up the street from the heights enfamous dirt ball sckrip club, too.
i knew, but i was like fukk that.
lemme get my man's to drive me out there.
this was before i got the heavy guwop and the luxury whip, like the next year after this.
she said she had a friend, and they both liked to play pool.
which was like another reason i was gone about this chick.
as back then, i paid for damn near most of my shyt in college.
from gambling as an ambidextrous pool player at safari joe's and pinball pete's at MSU.
so, this chick had me in a zone.
when, my homie drove me out there, to pick her up.
it was lip lock heavy session while he drove us to her friends house.
plus, she was a superfukk'n freak.
as she purposefully wore a pair of stretch pants with a hole in them.
so i could fanger her, on our first meeting, too.
this was in that jodeci age of music.
so, freaky shyt like this was next level for the time in the nineties prude.
plus, she was a post 1994 grad.
so, she was ghetto as all get out, and definately on living out any freak'n you type demo, with no question.
she was ahead of her time.
plus, gave off this janet jacme vibe, too.
[that i would come to find out was not no vibe, but real as a motherfukker in bed]
anyway, we get to her friend's house.
who is this light skinned't chick, who looks just like lisa raye.
way before i wanna say player's club even came out.
she was a bit more conservative, but on my girl's clit.
as i learned my girl was like a head of some stone or some shyt.
plus, had a violent background.
where she previously cut this bytch's titty off.
so, she bout it, as well as fiyoine as fukk.
for that time, she was a one of kind.
as usually, most chicks with her rap sheet were not ever this fukk'n attractive.
i ignored all the red flags cause i did not know what none of that was at the time.
i was green and the matrix was not out yet.
so, the discussion of pill taking and knowing the game, were not as attainable back then.
plus, shyt was simpified back then on the grown man game tip.
yet, this is the woman who started prying my third eye open against my goodman game will.
after, picking up lisa raye 2.0.
of course, my homie was fukkn' happy as shyt.
to get to see these two shoot pool and his girl get seductress lesson from girl.
as she was on her clit and in training, on how to get nikkaz.
i did not know any of this concretely then...just remember this is before the dawn of art barr.
plus, before i would learn the keys to the matrix.
anyway,....after the pool hall session and enjoying what would become the first meeting with my quickly approaching new girlfriend.
as that is what you did back then.
you created a relationship for a nut, thinking shyt was real.
later that week, i arranged for her to come into the city via the metra train.
where on the train, i got my first public pda session that went past kissing.
where, she actually initiated and also was like throw this coat over my head, blah blah blah, skippidity wee whomp.
so, i learned how to be sexually deviant from this female.
who was like two to three years younger than me.
she already was a single mother, with a one plus year old at this point and time too.
which means she got the matrix of leadership from child birth before me.
so, i was behind in the game on what type of woman this was.
plus, cognitively she was on that get me a good man to take care of me and mine's.
i fit in perfectly to her plan.
i just was to green to know any better then.
something, the new gen just has more of the braintrust to not fall for at all, if ever now.
anyway,....
we get back to the crib and my parents are gone.
to pick up my brother's report card, and this nikka gets bad grades, so they gon come back on ten.
so, i do what anybody does when your parents are out.
you get to fukk'n like you back in high school.
real talk,....for that time and before females later in life.
she was easily the best i ever had.
over the course of our relationship.
she was a lot of first for me, too.
she is also, the girl i talk about who introduced me to unprotected sex.
with the enfamous art barr classic retelling of a female saying.
fukk me raw,. daddy...
i'm clean
fukk me raw...
so, we had incredible chemistry.
or, so i thought.
as, i was sure, this was the one and i was gearing up for a long term relationship of bliss.
along with yes, her being the girl who was the first to also make that third hole request, as well.
if you dirty gutter minded ass coli fans must, know.
i thought shyt was great....
a girl who would met me after work in the trainstation.
after riding the metra all the way from the heights damn near everyday...
plus, this was the first woman i learned about where every great cheap motel was at worth going to in chicago, too.
yet, that is where the problem lied.....
what was going on, on those days when she wasn't around a nikka.
i would soon find out, on vday of 1998, concretely.
what type of woman i was dealing with
that nuffin was as it seems.
plus, real talk.....
i even learned, i was inherently a real nikka.
as the decision i made on my own with no coaching.
just naturally in the flux, would show what type of mettle i was.
when, later on i would find out was going and how i reacted and made the right decisions.
right in the face of adversity.
when, most nikkaz i know and don't know and heard/read about always epicly failed.
to make the right decisions i made, with no knowledge.
art barr[/SPOILER]
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Art Barr
INVADING SOHH CHAMPION
THE LEGEND OF THE PAGES OF THE BURNING BOOK
from this woman i learned all the bullshyt woman are up to.
plus, all the signs and what to watch out for and not ignore.
granted, i ignored what the real was for real all the way till my bm.
yet, i had ample enough situations to get the matrix and was resistent.
to try and be this good man label females don't even really want.
now, i was a well to do successful young nikka.
who did not have a kid out of wedlock.
the future was bright, as it could have possibly ever been.
so, i did not know at the time females preyed on guys like me at all.
completely oblivious, blind, and green to the facts.
i was well read.
i was articulate.
i was right on the bubble of being successful.
plus, i had class and took this woman to incredible dining experiences.
which were all top shelf, and included the top in nightlife activities you could get, for my tax bracket then.
complete error filled simp mode, and i was a completely open book.
the perfect person to take ful advantage of then.
by a female with a child out of wedlock,
so, she emulated shyt that i was into like reading.
which is how the enfamous:
edgar allen poe book wound up in my possession of her's.
i am not sure why she brought this big dumbass book with her.
yet, she said she was reading it.
which i think was a lie cause she did not know of the raven.
that at the time i dismissed.
when, the book wound up being left in my possession.
fact number one when dealing with women:
they lie with the truth.
so, any mention of some offbrand story is a lie woven intricately with the truth.
which is why to this day.
PROJECT PAT : IF YOU TRUST'N HOES IN DIS GAME,..YOUSA DAMN, FOOL.
any word that comes out of a female's mouth, i take as flat out lie.
till proven completely and factually wrong.
ART BARR MOTTO : YOUSA bytch, TILL YOU PROVE ME WRONG
hopefully, you dudes take this and make it your mantra as well.
learn how to accurrately label women and let them show you what label they factually are.
then, hold them to it.
so, off top you ought to know what's to it, till she goes above and beyound to show you different.
anyway, i am in possession of this book and tuck it away in my library.
waiting on when i will see her again to give it to her.
every now, and then, since she stays so far away.
in da heights of all places........
she has to get rides from people from time to time.
what's funny is, it is always a different assortment of "guy friends".
always dropping his chick off.
i did not care cause i had a little bit of the mindstate of they dropping her off to me.
i looked at the guys as being from the guys with no game youtubetv show.
which, is why that first pilot was so funny to me.
then, eventually i stopped watching those mp adventures.
as i won't return to any medium or thinking based on beta thinking, as well.
mind you it is around vday, and of course i think i will see her then.
vday comes and no peep from her at all.
i had stopped going to the club, at that time.
as, i don't do singles activities when i am not single.
yet, there was this phil and nate/teddy gilmore party down at the marshall field's ballroom.
that, since it is obvious i have not heard from my so-called girlfriend.
i should go to cause i could sense the writing on the wall.
so, i go to said phil and nate jiggy joint and have a great time.
i get home around two forty am or sumfin.
not even three yet, but i get in and:
THE PHONE RINGS!!
from this woman i learned all the bullshyt woman are up to.
plus, all the signs and what to watch out for and not ignore.
granted, i ignored what the real was for real all the way till my bm.
yet, i had ample enough situations to get the matrix and was resistent.
to try and be this good man label females don't even really want.
now, i was a well to do successful young nikka.
who did not have a kid out of wedlock.
the future was bright, as it could have possibly ever been.
so, i did not know at the time females preyed on guys like me at all.
completely oblivious, blind, and green to the facts.
i was well read.
i was articulate.
i was right on the bubble of being successful.
plus, i had class and took this woman to incredible dining experiences.
which were all top shelf, and included the top in nightlife activities you could get, for my tax bracket then.
complete error filled simp mode, and i was a completely open book.
the perfect person to take ful advantage of then.
by a female with a child out of wedlock,
so, she emulated shyt that i was into like reading.
which is how the enfamous:
edgar allen poe book wound up in my possession of her's.
i am not sure why she brought this big dumbass book with her.
yet, she said she was reading it.
which i think was a lie cause she did not know of the raven.
that at the time i dismissed.
when, the book wound up being left in my possession.
fact number one when dealing with women:
they lie with the truth.
so, any mention of some offbrand story is a lie woven intricately with the truth.
which is why to this day.
PROJECT PAT : IF YOU TRUST'N HOES IN DIS GAME,..YOUSA DAMN, FOOL.
any word that comes out of a female's mouth, i take as flat out lie.
till proven completely and factually wrong.
ART BARR MOTTO : YOUSA bytch, TILL YOU PROVE ME WRONG
hopefully, you dudes take this and make it your mantra as well.
learn how to accurrately label women and let them show you what label they factually are.
then, hold them to it.
so, off top you ought to know what's to it, till she goes above and beyound to show you different.
anyway, i am in possession of this book and tuck it away in my library.
waiting on when i will see her again to give it to her.
every now, and then, since she stays so far away.
in da heights of all places........
she has to get rides from people from time to time.
what's funny is, it is always a different assortment of "guy friends".
always dropping his chick off.
i did not care cause i had a little bit of the mindstate of they dropping her off to me.
i looked at the guys as being from the guys with no game youtubetv show.
which, is why that first pilot was so funny to me.
then, eventually i stopped watching those mp adventures.
as i won't return to any medium or thinking based on beta thinking, as well.
mind you it is around vday, and of course i think i will see her then.
vday comes and no peep from her at all.
i had stopped going to the club, at that time.
as, i don't do singles activities when i am not single.
yet, there was this phil and nate/teddy gilmore party down at the marshall field's ballroom.
that, since it is obvious i have not heard from my so-called girlfriend.
i should go to cause i could sense the writing on the wall.
so, i go to said phil and nate jiggy joint and have a great time.
i get home around two forty am or sumfin.
not even three yet, but i get in and:
THE PHONE RINGS!!
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Art Barr
INVADING SOHH CHAMPION
THE LEGEND OF THE PAGES OF THE BURNING BOOK
okay breh's.....
it is close to three o'clock in the morning.
i do have a past with this type of late night phone call.
as, i was typically always the other guy previously before this current relationship.
so, i have had words with other nikkaz about females before like a cam'ron interlude on ph.
way before that interlude was ever heard, or cam was even a vet that i would come to like in rap.
part of the reason i like cam is cause he handles the fake ras, like i have.
anyway, the phone rings and it is three in the morning.
i pick up and say hello,...
i already know, that whomever it is,..
is gonna be slow to answer,......
after a long pause of silence,...i hear someone finally muster up their courage and say hello.
may, i...
may, i speak to eman vinson.
i am like what'chu want, joe.
already knowing this is someone's boyfriend or husband, or fiance.
he is like,....
uhm,..i hate to call you at this time in the night...
yet,....do you know this girl named niketa.
i am thinking:
oh here, we go......
he explains,....how he has my number first, respectfully.
yet, he has such a neutered tone to his voice.
i am like,..i can never be like this about nobody ever.
he says,....in the weakest tone of defeated voice ever.
i found your phone number on the phone bill from the hotel room.
when, me and her were celebrating getting engaged.
he then, says,...again..
if, you know niketa,...that is my fiance.
i am like yeah, i know your fiance'.
she is, what i woudl call my ex-girlfriend after getting this phone call.
so, buddy just breaks down on the phone, and shyt.
on some lowest level of existence shyt.
you not supposed to let no other stranger who fukk'n your girl know.
it was so pittiful as he was trying to explain to me what was goin on.
i tell him,..yo, breh...
you calling me on vday.
i just came from the club, and supposed to have a gf.
i think you need to check out like i did.
he also, says..man, we should mob up and expose her.
i was like breh..
this is the first and last convo's we are going to have about this or her.
i ain't helping you expose nuffin,..i'm moving on.
he hangs up, and i am like:
DAT bytch!!
damn, you playing me and a fiance.
he don't even know where you at.
so, i just check out of the situation.
anyway,....sometime after that.
i don't remember what the day it was.
i know it was a weekend, and i never heard from my so-called gf for who knows how long.
so, i never got a chance to formally break from this person.
nor, cuss her ass the fukk out like orange juice jones, either.
except i wanted to throw her out in the winter chicago snow.
there is a ring at the doorbell.
i look out and it is some weird ass car parked the wrong way on the street.
with some nikka in it,..
plus, she is on the doorstep.
when, i open the door the dude in the car turns the car around at the end of the block.
i open the door and say, man....
you got some nerve showing up to my shyt, and never saying what's to it.
she is like, i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry...
i found out, i got caught slipping from my fiance.
i am like, man i don't wanna hear that shyt.
you not hte first fiance who cheated on her esso with me.
yet, you are the first to make it like i was their committed boyfriend
you need to leave and never call me or see me again.
she was so shocked i rejected her she actually cried.
i was standing there like fukk that..
leave, motherfukker.
she says,...can i have my book.
i'm like yeah,...i close the door in her face, and lock the door.
the look on her face.
when i locked the outside door on her, was the worst pitiful defeated look.
i ever seen on a woman's face, in my life.
i leave open the inside door and get the book.
i look at the book but i am so pissed at the circumstances of getting played that first monumental time.
i grab a book of matches and walk to the front room with books and start lighting pages.
as the pages are gettign lit, she can see me walking to the door with said book on fire!
she hops, in the car fast as fukk and her ride starts to drive off, but it is snow outside.
so, he can't pull off,..i run outside with no shoes or socks on, with the pages of the burning book and start balling up the burnign pages and chuck'n flaming pages at the car.
they drive off, and there is some old ass man at the end of the block.
he approaches me in the middle of the snow with this burning book, and pages.
with embers glitering in the snow from the ashes burning everywhere.
talembout, some young buck it's gonna be al,......
man, i slept ol dude, before he could say alright fully.
knocking his old as the fukk out.
all in the snow without my shoes and socks on.
fukk'n goof ass old man,..i don't wanna hear that naught by nature ass shyt, nikka.
i hate naughty by nature!!
art barr
okay breh's.....
it is close to three o'clock in the morning.
i do have a past with this type of late night phone call.
as, i was typically always the other guy previously before this current relationship.
so, i have had words with other nikkaz about females before like a cam'ron interlude on ph.
way before that interlude was ever heard, or cam was even a vet that i would come to like in rap.
part of the reason i like cam is cause he handles the fake ras, like i have.
anyway, the phone rings and it is three in the morning.
i pick up and say hello,...
i already know, that whomever it is,..
is gonna be slow to answer,......
after a long pause of silence,...i hear someone finally muster up their courage and say hello.
may, i...
may, i speak to eman vinson.
i am like what'chu want, joe.
already knowing this is someone's boyfriend or husband, or fiance.
he is like,....
uhm,..i hate to call you at this time in the night...
yet,....do you know this girl named niketa.
i am thinking:
oh here, we go......
he explains,....how he has my number first, respectfully.
yet, he has such a neutered tone to his voice.
i am like,..i can never be like this about nobody ever.
he says,....in the weakest tone of defeated voice ever.
i found your phone number on the phone bill from the hotel room.
when, me and her were celebrating getting engaged.
he then, says,...again..
if, you know niketa,...that is my fiance.
i am like yeah, i know your fiance'.
she is, what i woudl call my ex-girlfriend after getting this phone call.
so, buddy just breaks down on the phone, and shyt.
on some lowest level of existence shyt.
you not supposed to let no other stranger who fukk'n your girl know.
it was so pittiful as he was trying to explain to me what was goin on.
i tell him,..yo, breh...
you calling me on vday.
i just came from the club, and supposed to have a gf.
i think you need to check out like i did.
he also, says..man, we should mob up and expose her.
i was like breh..
this is the first and last convo's we are going to have about this or her.
i ain't helping you expose nuffin,..i'm moving on.
he hangs up, and i am like:
DAT bytch!!
damn, you playing me and a fiance.
he don't even know where you at.
so, i just check out of the situation.
anyway,....sometime after that.
i don't remember what the day it was.
i know it was a weekend, and i never heard from my so-called gf for who knows how long.
so, i never got a chance to formally break from this person.
nor, cuss her ass the fukk out like orange juice jones, either.
except i wanted to throw her out in the winter chicago snow.
there is a ring at the doorbell.
i look out and it is some weird ass car parked the wrong way on the street.
with some nikka in it,..
plus, she is on the doorstep.
when, i open the door the dude in the car turns the car around at the end of the block.
i open the door and say, man....
you got some nerve showing up to my shyt, and never saying what's to it.
she is like, i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry...
i found out, i got caught slipping from my fiance.
i am like, man i don't wanna hear that shyt.
you not hte first fiance who cheated on her esso with me.
yet, you are the first to make it like i was their committed boyfriend
you need to leave and never call me or see me again.
she was so shocked i rejected her she actually cried.
i was standing there like fukk that..
leave, motherfukker.
she says,...can i have my book.
i'm like yeah,...i close the door in her face, and lock the door.
the look on her face.
when i locked the outside door on her, was the worst pitiful defeated look.
i ever seen on a woman's face, in my life.
i leave open the inside door and get the book.
i look at the book but i am so pissed at the circumstances of getting played that first monumental time.
i grab a book of matches and walk to the front room with books and start lighting pages.
as the pages are gettign lit, she can see me walking to the door with said book on fire!
she hops, in the car fast as fukk and her ride starts to drive off, but it is snow outside.
so, he can't pull off,..i run outside with no shoes or socks on, with the pages of the burning book and start balling up the burnign pages and chuck'n flaming pages at the car.
they drive off, and there is some old ass man at the end of the block.
he approaches me in the middle of the snow with this burning book, and pages.
with embers glitering in the snow from the ashes burning everywhere.
talembout, some young buck it's gonna be al,......
man, i slept ol dude, before he could say alright fully.
knocking his old as the fukk out.
all in the snow without my shoes and socks on.
fukk'n goof ass old man,..i don't wanna hear that naught by nature ass shyt, nikka.
i hate naughty by nature!!
art barr
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Art Barr
INVADING SOHH CHAMPION
THE LEGEND Of THE BURNING BOOK RECAP
hopefully you breh's learned some lessons.
one, don't reveal to much and let women know shyt about your personally that are relevent to you currently.
two, if you find someone cheating.
don't ever, i mean ever simp and lame out like this fiance cat and call the guy your girl is cheating with.
two, pay attention to the signs and ages of females who have children out of wedlock.
at this point in time,..
ol girl was in like year two of being a new single mother.
so, she was on lemme find a father mode, and was trying to get as many ideal prospective suitors to take over.
so, she was active as well.
don't fall for that,.....if you messing with a single mother.
don't do none of the courting shyt, or meet their children.
nor, do anything related to being a father figure, or boyfriend.
as this is a completely selfish woman and looking to trap a new person.
plus, possibly benefit from taking from you if you crazy enough to take her to the alter.
next,..there are some other lessons, but i will only give them out via pm.
as we have this discovery zone seeking contingent of females.
who really are just trying to find out what's to it, and don't break kayfabe.
so, let's not share to much.
all this is in my formative early years and i have up'd game.
so, i don't mind giving you guys the burning book story.
yet, the real lessons are much deeper and i do give away the keys to this shyt for free.
so, if you seeking the keys.
you can pm me, and i will help you out.
if you are a real poster with a real respected log in.
art barr
hopefully you breh's learned some lessons.
one, don't reveal to much and let women know shyt about your personally that are relevent to you currently.
two, if you find someone cheating.
don't ever, i mean ever simp and lame out like this fiance cat and call the guy your girl is cheating with.
two, pay attention to the signs and ages of females who have children out of wedlock.
at this point in time,..
ol girl was in like year two of being a new single mother.
so, she was on lemme find a father mode, and was trying to get as many ideal prospective suitors to take over.
so, she was active as well.
don't fall for that,.....if you messing with a single mother.
don't do none of the courting shyt, or meet their children.
nor, do anything related to being a father figure, or boyfriend.
as this is a completely selfish woman and looking to trap a new person.
plus, possibly benefit from taking from you if you crazy enough to take her to the alter.
next,..there are some other lessons, but i will only give them out via pm.
as we have this discovery zone seeking contingent of females.
who really are just trying to find out what's to it, and don't break kayfabe.
so, let's not share to much.
all this is in my formative early years and i have up'd game.
so, i don't mind giving you guys the burning book story.
yet, the real lessons are much deeper and i do give away the keys to this shyt for free.
so, if you seeking the keys.
you can pm me, and i will help you out.
if you are a real poster with a real respected log in.
art barr
i remember this freshmen chick in college had a man back home. I hit the 1st night and busted in 5 stokes "i lie not"
i searched my girls phone before and got all her sent text deleted BUT still had here received. some dude texted her "I remember the time we kissed" she told me its some dude from a super long time ago trying to get her back
i searched my girls phone before and got all her sent text deleted BUT still had here received. some dude texted her "I remember the time we kissed" she told me its some dude from a super long time ago trying to get her back
Art Barr
INVADING SOHH CHAMPION
nikka,...
how you date the chick at your job is.
you find the one with the boyfriend on staff.
then, be the other guy.
art barr
Art Barr
INVADING SOHH CHAMPION
Grab some popcorn my nikkas
Aight so second semester of my Senior year of HS, I cuffed this chick:
(Yes, pics. Feast, my brothers)
on left
This girl had a reputation for not putting out, & this was the reason her man before me dropped her.
But she's the sweetest girl.. And her azz is ridiculous so I said fucc it ima go in
So we're dating & shyt, stuffs fine, kinda boring with no sex but whatever. Then during my birthday dinner with my family, I get a text from her along the lines of "we need to talk. Something happened"
So I pause in the middle of my crab bucket likeobviously thinking she's gonna tell me she got piledrived by another nikka.
So I step outside of the restaurant and call her, & she's legitimately crying.. So I'm like"what's wrong baby"
Her: "you're gonna hate me"
From that point I'm like
Me: "what happened?"
Her: "I went to the party last night..."
I already knew which one, but I didn't attend because I had already made plans to hit downtown with a homie, which is a whole nother story
Me: "Okay, and what happened"
Her: "I made out with my ex, please don't hate me, he said some things & it made me confused.. I've been crying all day & it bothered me the whole night.. Baby I promise I won't do it again!"
Me: "damn, thank you for telling me, but
Her: "Are you breaking up with me?"
Me: "I have to. I can't trust you anymore"
That day was the first time I really listened to 808s and Heartbreak
I was thinking "How she finna do that to me, with her ex who threw her to the bushes"
But her friend (who I was cool with before & throughout the relationship) told me how she really felt bad & blah blah blah
I don't regret my decision to break up, but damn. How often do girls come out & tell you what they did? I sometimes think she really did realize her fukk up & didn't plan to ever do it again.. But you know how that goes
you see since, i don't cheat and i am the other guy, typically.
i don't understand why people who get caught.
try to get you back,....i guess it is the challenge to their ego and G.
to lock you back down, successfully.
then, continue to play you on some ah ha face ass shyt.
art barr
Art Barr
INVADING SOHH CHAMPION
She was just a jump off so it doesn't count but she called me one day talking about how angry she was at one of her old friends. I asked her why and she said cause he told her he was fukking someone else.
She ain't think I'd out two and two together, but I had to give her her walking papers. I don't allow my jump offs to jump with other nikkas. That's a privilege reserved only for bosses
wait a minute...
how are you possesive about a woman you are non-committals with.
plus, you posted like you are proud of that, too.
you not supposed to give not one iota of a fukk.
what a female you smashing who is non-committals is doing.
art barr
I hear you my girl totally turned her back on me thought I would marry her some day weeks before the issues arose she told me she would marry me if I asked her its been six months now and I still live with that pain every day to be 100 about it.
↓R↑LYB
I trained Sheng Long and Shonuff
Possessive? My G there's rules and regulations in fukkin with me
. She broke the rules so I terminated her contract effectively immediately.You can't give these jumpoff's freedom breh, that's how these broads end up slashing your tires and running round reckless and shyt