Wonderous

Fuck life at this moment in time. Don't go off starting to think I've hit an emo rut, that's not it. Life has really started sucking balls in a bad way lately. Let me explain.

For one, though this may be trivial, a nigga got dragged down to a bridal shower on Sunday. GRANTED, this was my favorite cousin's bridal shower, but I only went because I was promised some bomb ass pulled pork from this one restaurant (which the name will be disclosed until further notice). I know, that's mad selfish. But I'm not really allowed to step foot into a bridal shower anyway, men don't go to bridal showers unless they're gay. And trust, I'm not anywhere near Richard Simmons as I'm typing this.

So, a nigga was expecting some bomb ass food. Negative. The joint was closed, like CLOSED DOWN. Like the niggas got evicted. Whatever. So I'm like, "Yo, let's just chill for 2 hours and get some food when the others come back". No, no, no. These niggas drag me to Hardee's. Man, I can get Hardee's in St. Louis. That's the whole reason I came down here in the first place, to get away from shit like Hardee's for a fucking day. BLAH. So a nigga has been in the middle of nowhere, where only fucking Hardee's is open on a Sunday, since 8 AM. It is now 4 PM. Cool, so the others come home, and we head to this Chinese Buffet jawn. You'll never guess the name of it.

Wok-N-Roll.

I'm not shitting you, I can't make that up. Yes, I laughed hysterically. No, I couldn't look any of the servers in their eyes because I would've laughed at them. But otherwise the food was horrible. Horrible. So, I got drug down to the middle of fucking nowhere for nothing. We get home, and niggas say we're leaving in 30 minutes. Ok.

2 hours later... STRAIGHTFACESUPREME. Man, so we finally get in the car to bounce out of that white trash hell hole, and I had no cigarettes or blacks with me. So I'm feigning at this point. We get home around 10, all I want to do is smoke. I climb into Lucille, turn the ignition...

CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK.

Followed by a seemingly never-ending stream of hellish profanities pouring from my mouth. I pop the hood and my battery terminals are fucked to hell. There goes another good 100 bucks toward shit more important. Well not more important, but shit. So since I can't work on my fucking car at 10 PM pitch black, I have to walk my ass up to a gas station 3 miles down the fucking road just to buy some cigarettes. And trust me, those cigarettes on the way back were the best cigarettes ever smoked by a human being.

Pass out. Wake up Monday morning to work on my car, and my pops walks me, step by fucking mini-step on how to take a fucking car battery out of a car. Nigga, do I look slow to you? Shit. I've worked on cars before nigga back away slowly. End result, she works. Fucking ma dukes took pictures of me working on the car, no you can't see those pictures.

Later on went to see Indiana Jones, the new one. I don't recommend it if you don't like Star Wars AND Indiana Jones. Because shit takes a strange turn in the middle, just like Temple of Doom did.

Anyway, fuck life. Other shit has happened, but that's more or less an internal struggle. Psychological warfare shit. Blah, still gathering resources for the mixtape, stay tuned.

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