Right now I'm outside in my truck, cold, with a wet coat on, no heat and I got an exam on kinematics in a few hours (I'm clinging on a C
)
Here's the story on how I got to this point..........
So I'm at ol' girl's place and we kickin it. She's on lap, feedin' me a joint, life is good then......then it happens
Her: "My ex said he wants to get back together "
Me:
"Oh word?"
Her: "Yeah, but I don't know; What do you feel about it"
Now before I continue, let's remember that first, I was / am blazed, secondly, before me and her started fukkin' at the beginning of last year, her ex had just proposed and she said no. He's 32, decent job and she's a student, 23, and after what just happened, she's probably psychotic. Back to the part where I fukk up
Clueless ass Me: "If you have any kind of feelings for him, just give him a chance this time and tell him to take things slow"
She hops off my lap, walked in her kitchen, comes back stands in front of the tv dead ass silent, then....
..
Her: "Man, you know what? Just get the fukk out"
Me: ......................
I tried to say something, but she wasn't tryna hear shyt, so I get up and walk towards the door, still high, then outta nowhere, her big ass philosophy book flies past my head goin' bout 80 mph.... then I sobered up
I was in such a rush to get fukk out that I forgot to grab my coat and ma damn keys
I texted her from out here that I needed my shyt, so she went upstairs, opened the window, and threw my coat out on the cold wet ass ground into a puddle but she still has the keys to my truck.........that was 2 hours ago brehs and I'm still out here.
The only reason I'm not outside in the cold ass rain was because I used the keypad to unlock the doors
Now I could be an idiot and start tryna kick the door in, cussin' , and actin' like an emotional ass nikka, but:
- this is a nice white neighborhood
- there's a white sorority house across the street, full of white girls
- this is South Caclina with South Caclina police
-I'm an unarmed nikka that smells like a weed factory
- This bytch is so pissed off right now that I truly think she'd tell the police that she doesn't know me and I'm trying to rape her or some shyt
Edit: I started writing this around 5 am but my hands were shaking because of the cold and making a thread on TheColi on an cellphone that keeps auto correcting my shyt got annoying, so I said fukk it. My homie finally woke up, answered my call, and now I'm at his crib because that loon still has my keys. She's actin' like I don't know she has classes today