"From the WestSide to the Wild Wild's and I'm back again"

A nice steaming hot cup of "Hoe SIT DOWN!!!"
Is exactly what I need....
I haven't had a good 8 hours of sleep since Kaeven's been gone...
But today was that day and now its time to get the party back started...

Lightweight, though...
I'm just bout slide through the city, with T




and his cousin,





sip on some drank, relax, ride and listen to music...

Last night was hectic. My G, his girl, my girl, and a few others friends from the Wild Wild Hunids. I have to admit, I have more fun out West. They kick it harder....*lol* Anyway, we started the night off with some bowling. We had a ball, our ghetto asses, out in them white people's bowling alley, acting a fool.

[I like bowling, I didn't do too bad, I just might make that my hobby again....]

So after a few double shot Hennessy on the rocks, with a slice of lime, we head to the strip club. The place has really changed since I been there. All the hoes fat! My favorite stripper "retired"...*lol* And it was a gang of mexicans in the crowd....

I just knew they was gone start some shit, I kept my eye on them fools...
Lo and behold, My G comes to our table, instructing us to move...
"They bout to shake it up!!!! Get out the way, let them shake it up!!!!"

And indeed thats what happened. All I see is a lot of commotion, as I free myself from danger. Shit is flying all over the place, we running backwards while watching the fight, trying not to get hit. I see security/DJ, beating the shit outta that mexican, then here come the tall, sexy, security guard ( the one that told me to get off the pole, that day on my b day), this nigga fly through mid-air, landing a clean one. Suddenly, here comes the big ass DJ, coming towards us, scrapping, so we ended up taking shelter in the men's room. The fight was steadily coming towards us and soon into the men's room.

Adrenaline pumping, heart beating fast, drunk gone, we exit the bathroom after a few seconds and I see the mexican get lights out, and lay limp, while two other limp bodies got carried out, and some other get kicked out in chokeholds...

We count our crew,fix our table back up, get our chairs sitatuated, and order drinks on the house, since they knocked our shit over...

Next we head to the after party and we kick it in there, until the sun come up....

Marks was tired ass hell...So me, my G' and his girl/my girl, post up and my crib and sleep for hours...

Why my G' get all sentimental on me...holdin my hand and rubbing it, making me fall asleep? His touch spoke in loud volumes, cause he ain't the sentimental type...I knew exactly what he was saying with that...

Before he left he said, "I'm sorry for everything, I ever did to hurt you..."

I began to think on it a bit, then I cleaned up my house and fell back to sleep.

He calls me later, to reitterate and expound.
"I just wanted to let you know I wasn't playing when I said sorry. I was young and I was scared to admit my feelings and now I know what that feeling is..."

As he continued to speak, I began to remember all the dumb, foul, asshole shit, he was speaking of...

That time he choked me until I seen white lights..( we were play fighting)
That time he cocked back his pistol and held it to my head...
His weed free, irritated, asshole, shit talkin days..
The time I got pregnant and he threathned to kill me if I didn't abort, so I called his mother and father, and they chastised him...*lol*

And then he mentioned that in particluar, and I accepted his apology...
When we get older, we see the error in our mistakes, and hopefully we make amends..
I got my chance to say sorry to those who I may have hurt...

He continued, " I love you man, I missed you, you my girl....and you know I'm serious, cause I din't even be talkin all sensitive like this....whoo whoo whoo, blazhay skippy...aiight bye bitch...(he laughs)"

I know he playing, its all love...

Til next time,slapnuts...*lol*