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He said “Fuck that dumb Shit this is fast money” and response was “no it not worth it if it was few years back you know I be down with the cause but I can’t” Steve said to me “Fuck you my dude I Going to do this by my damn self” I told Steve “You know what you got man” so I left out the room. The eve before my debut my coach call me with shortness

dyin over beef. and grown ass people just beggin you to eat. cuz you ain’t changed shit cuz real change is the peace. Jobs and justice. you make me disgusted. its 50 years later and we still gotta discuss this. no wonder the young niggas livin like fuck it. these people are cowards. the time is ours, its the valley of the shadow of death, dont get devoured. we back by a power, bigger then hours, and know that, and make it last long like the kodak. and yeah i got shot so ya know a nigga mo strap. not

The first time I had a gay experience was when I left Malcolm and Kittle Financial, and boarded an elevator going down. I was there for a job interview, fresh from college on an Athletic scholarship. However, the interview did not go as planned as I heard, “Thanks for your time…We’ll call you later,” from those two pretentious partners. God, this monkey suit smothered me, I thought to myself. I stood punching the down button as I unbuttoned my jacket and loosened the tie. My thick neck felt relieved

In the novel The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger tells the story of a teenage boy, Holden Caulfield, who has just been expelled for failing four out of his five classes, from his third boarding school, Pencey Prep. Holden, a sixteen-year-old junior in high school, is transitioning from being a child to becoming an adult. However, he is struggling to grow up, mostly because of his very negative and cynical view towards adults and growing up, and seems emotionally stuck in childhood, unable to develop

It was a normal day on the island you brushed your hair and teeth and got your F/C shirt and F/C skirt on after you were done with your personal hygiene you heard a knock on you door you opened it to see the baby faced gangster also known as Fuyuhiko You smiled and said "hello Mr.Baby face." He laughed at your sentence "yeah whatever shorty anyways I want to show you something Me and Nagito did." he smiled not knowing his true intentions you just wore your cute little smiled and complied by nodding

Keith and Jenny chuckled as they snuggled close together. “Man, you two know how to party,” Keith exclaimed. “I would say the two of you know how to as well,” Aida replied. For the better part of the following hour, they asked Aida and me about our swinging experiences, which we both candidly explained to them. They listened with fascination, as we regaled them with our stories of marathon sex, some fabulous couples, other disastrous evenings and some spectacular parties. Even Jenny had grown quite

It was more than expected... We fucked, he left. Excuse me if I forgot to feel bad. I gave up on love a long time ago, and it was the best decision I could have made. Years of stress and bad choices helped me to arrive at to this comfortable void. No more awkward dates, no more horrible blind dates and best of all, no more soggy relationships. Those are the relationships that start off great, then turns to shit, but you’re in so deep you have to dig your way out. Yuck. But, I know what you’re

A Girl Like Me Prologue You know that moment when you realize just how most guys look at you. For most girls, you know the gorgeous ones, guys are a dime a dozen and you just know they like you. Hmph for girls like me it’s the quite opposite, I have no clue why a guy would be talking to me and why he would stay to talk, well I used to not know. Eventually I figured it out; reality had come crashing down on my ugly pathetic world. Top two reasons a guy would ask for my number were either for information

A smile from aural orifice to aural orifice, curling and bright. It 's a strange thing to write a letter that will probably never be read, or will be read by others. An openness in something generally private, no less strange or cumbersome than writing a letter to someone you don 't know but think you might like to though. How best to form and shape those ideas, herd them into some form of coherency and clarity? To start you already have a letter from me, with an iPod in it. Black envelope

you ever noticed the size of the frozen food sections at grocery stores? They are fucking huge! Throwing a pizza pocket in the microwave is NOT cooking. I constantly see people with their shopping carts overflowing with yummy frozen goodness. LAZY FUCKS!! Included in that demographic are those who rely on the food delivery industry. Ther isn’t much you can’t have brought right to your front door these days. I have a neighbor who I would bet has food delivered at least four days a week. How lazy can