got some catching up to do
In this instance. . Against all odds I managed to cuff this dime. She knew I did not drive and did not care. Now I did not have the cuffs in deep yet. But hopefully by tonight all that will change.
She was supposed to be coming over to watch "movies"
Just thinking about it brings a tear to my eyes brehs.
I am deep in thought when this cornball see's me across the bus station. He comes waltzing his way over. This dude. 
Literally. . A few more inches and they would have been capris.
when he saw me. So while he was walking over I put on my headphones and turned away. Did not want to give this guy any reason to talk to me. That does not deter him. He stands in front of me and starts jumping up n down to get my attention. When I finally pulled of my headphones I hit him with the
face. He says. . .I want to learn to sell drugs like you bro.This shyt is a fukking institution. It's a travesty I didn't do it sooner.
With being stickied comes great responsibility. I will keep my brehs and brehettes filled with stories of my L's.I went back and started reading and I just say that cult story, man..holy fukk. I'm dying over here man. My stomach hurts. Mills is the truth

He says. . .I want to learn to sell drugs like you bro.
You know this is gonna be a good oneGoin back and reading this thread. You have no clue how ridiculously happy I am that Will came and helped the young kid out. Like, this the same feeling i had when Simba steped out the shadows when Scar put his hands on his mama. just pure happiness. THAT'S why you couldn't believe he'd do that shyt. Will was the fukking truth.
Cause was good people. He was ya boy. He was fam, mane...![]()

Drugs? 

Look look look. I do NOT Sell drugs!! 
Put that shyt away!! ( at the downtown station there are cops EVERYWHERE ) I DO NOT SELL DRUGS. You need to step breh.




He was in the aisle trying to sell this white girl some E. He goes back and sits in the seat directly behind me. 




Hands behind your back.
I look outside the window and there is Nino. . Still not cuffed. Looking dead at me. 

Then Nino Clown made a critical mistake. . .
Then starts to try and scamper away. . . But his pants were ripped. . He starts trying to run and his capris split fully all the way down fold away like a Transformer and he is in his draws. 
While I am sitting there I see that the cops found crack in Nino's pocket.
I am thinking I will be out of here soon. . 

So I could not call ol girl and tell her why I stood her up. Naturally I did not remember her number by heart.
I get home at 2:30am. . . . .. Hungry. Feet sore. . Tired. . I look on my front door and I see a note from my boo.