This Sunday after a chillin at home having a fight with a uninvited gnat that wouldn’t leave me alone (bastard), I took the car for a ride around the hood. I like to drive, its the only real time I get a piece of mind. I've considered running a errand service just to get on the road. Anyway I hit bookstore to pick up a paper and look around. I was contemplating saying a little something to a female an aisle in front of me, but wasn’t feeling it after the last diss I received. Once I headed home I got angry when I saw one of the tenants son on the front porch. I keep my words at a minimum with him because the nigga is a fuckin thief. He's stole from his own mother numerous time and myself since everyone shares the same storage space in the building. The last thing I hear is that he stole his mother's car; he probably smoked that shit up since I don’t see it anymore. You'd think that after some shit like that his moms would kick him out her life till he got right. Her stupid old ass instantly took him back in and that bothers the fuck outta me. I know that my moms wouldn’t let me get away with shit like that, Then again would she? I don’t need to find out since I have better self respect for myself than to take other's peoples shit without permission, Especially what I can get myself in due time. I entered my apartment with a frown, glad to leave the site. I'm tempted to throw some hot grits on his punk ass, lord knows he deserves it. It pisses me off how muhfuggas got the mentality to take what’s not theirs without working for it thinking they deserve it.