I remember back in elementary school, for some strange odd reason i put doo doo in my book bag and went into class not having a clue what i just did. I use to shyt and take the doo doo out the toilet and squish it in my hands. I don't really know why i did those things so don't ask me why. I can also remember tasting it and remember it not having any flavor.
I remember waking up one morning thirsty ass hell, afraid to go into the kitchen cause i was afraid of roaches and my dad yelling at me. Well, i went into the bathroom to take a leak, with my eyes blurred, hardly can see, i seen a cup on top of the sink which appeared to be juice inside of it. I took the cup to drink the juice... but something wasn't right as the content inside of the cup took too long to go down my throat. So i stopped mid way from finishing the drink, cleared my eyes with water, senses and vision back intact only to look inside the cup and realize i was drinking my dad throat mucus he spits in a cup whenever he's sick.
I can also recall the time i was in elementary school when i was about to enter the building, a butch dike who looks like @
ThiefyPoo swinged the door open to spit out her throat mucus only for it to land inside my mouth. Obviously she didn't see me cause she apologized. I remember her apology going something like "Sorry, girl, i didn't see you. You'll be alright." I stayed in that spot for over 15 mins trying to put together the pieces on what just took place.... with her throat snot still in my mouth.
Yes, breh's, i was a walking L. So many stories