I put V over it.
The sun is setting. You're leaving the gym after pumping iron and doing cardio. You've been up since 5am. You did a couple of odd jobs earlier in the day and now you have some money play with. Been a few days since you kicked it with Denise who lives just around the block from the Grove but she's fine with Cluckin Bell & makes the best coffee. Thats your bottom bytch for sure. You hop in the Blista Compact you were "loaned" from a generous stranger at the red light over at Binco's and turn on Radio Los Santos. Julio G is holding it down as DJ as usual. You're pulling up on Denise tonight for sure but you're wolfing it and have been hat fishing for the last week. Ol' Reece is just right around the corner. Best barber in Los Santos and nobody does a better temp fade. You pull out of the parking lot just as the cops blow by in hot pursuit of a low rider.
At least it ain't you. This time.
nikka it's Friday night.
You hit the left at the edge of the parking lot. The wind is gently rippling through the air and the palm trees are sauntering in the breeze. The sky is a beautiful orange and Cube's new track just hit the turntable. Julio G always had a feel for the moment.
You left briefly but you realize now -- even if begrudgingly -- that there's no place quite like home.
San Andreas is the GOAT. Period.
I put V over it.