I was in the house downloading music, watching the news and enjoying life locked to the Internet when my phone rang. It was too early for a booty call and too late for casual conversation. The voice on the other end was frantic, fear filled the familiarity of her feminine voice. It was my girlfriend and there was a mouse in her apt and she needed me to come rescue her since she locked inside of room.
I stood in a crowded room, it must of been a hundred people standing around counting down, and when the ball dropped I found myself in a drunken haze passionately kissing the woman I just spent most of the night staring at until I decided to walk over and start a conversation. Atlanta has a way of connecting people, you know?
I was on the phone setting up a ride home while I was waiting at the MARTA station. Shorty wasn’t my girl, but she did take care of me. Looking back that might of been the reason why I dealt with her because honestly she wasn’t that cute. I mean she wasn’t ugly but she wasn’t “THE BOMB!” I could of done better, and in the back of my mind I thought all she’d be a Cinderella who never had a chance at the title. That’s when I saw her, Better. I quickly hung up the phone with the chick I was passing time with, and made small talk with Better. She was from Delaware visiting Atlanta for the weekend, one she would never forget.
We were going to go out, but the weather was crazy. Yet, I still found myself on my way to her house in a terrible snow storm. We decided to make it a Netflix Night. I arrived, got a big hug and tried my best to warm up after being in the cold for so long. I sat on the her couch, we watched a few dvd’s smoked a few blunts and before I knew it, it was a bit too late for me to leave.
One night while heading to my apartment Atlanta, I bumped into a group of people standing in a circle. They where having a cypher, rapping and spitting rhymes, dressed in thug apparel, rapping about ice, hoes and guns. I stopped to take a listen. My pride took over and I decided to jump in the cypher, I spit a few bars and suddenly I was the hottest rapper in the hood. We all exchanged numbers and one dude wanted to give me his album. We walked to his apartment, and that’s when I saw her. His light skinned little sister with breast the size of watermelons. I swear to this day I can’t understand how she was able to stand up without falling over.
I didn’t do anything this weekend, other than work on a few projects and tried my hardest to get this website up that I’ve been working on for months. Even though it was 80 degrees and nice for the first time this year in NYC I stayed inside. Then it happened, she called me.
As we walked backed into my room, all I could think about was all the things she said to me. Previously she told me about all the things she likes to do and she told me her throat had no bottom, bragging she didn’t even know what a gag reflex meant. I would be the judge of that I thought.
