This holiday went by like the breeze. I spent some time at my Grammy’s since my dad was grilling bbq. It was a good 2-3 months since we spoke and we chewed the rug about this and that. We peep some cute hoodrats near buy the house and I instantly said they wouldn’t go for a dude like me. With no piercings or tattoos I fit the clean cut good guy persona to a tee. My father told me he goes through the same thing with the broads he goes out with. We both agreed on one thing though. they don’t know what they missing so fuck 'em.
After I left I went to my moms to eat some more and talk a bit with her. I was glad I was getting away from my trifling hood. Seeing brothas outside playing in the field riding on ATV's racing was a fresh change of paste for me than seeing fuckas shootin' dice directly in my back yard.
I finally got to play Viewtiful Joe for my PS2. The game is raw, I love action games personally next to the fighting genre. I love when the perps just stand there throwing punk as jabs as if to say "Please, Whoop My ass!" And I most certainly oblige.
Hotdamn...Rudy Huxtable all grown up flashing her tigs. That aint right... Let me look again, heh!