A Black Cuban man with an accent told me that he was my real father at a bodega 11 years ago.
One of my friends told me a really good story about some things that happened to him one night. It was an AMAZING story, it has intrigue, women, violence, adventure, all that. A good 5-7 minute story, and I sat intently and silently through every word.
Then, when he finished, I sat up straight in my chair and said, 'That was my story. I told YOU that.'
He just laughed and said, "oh yeah, I forgot."
fukkin people
NYC brehs love to lie
The nerve of some motherfukkersOne of my friends told me a really good story about some things that happened to him one night. It was an AMAZING story, it has intrigue, women, violence, adventure, all that. A good 5-7 minute story, and I sat intently and silently through every word.
Then, when he finished, I sat up straight in my chair and said, 'That was my story. I told YOU that.'
He just laughed and said, "oh yeah, I forgot."
fukkin people
I bet he had been telling people that shyt for years, and getting props and p*ssy off my hard workThe nerve of some motherfukkers