Cheeba wrote:Keep ya head up BG. Things can only get better, trust me.
I dont know these days man.
Ive done been thru many deaths, Ive had close family and homies pass on, And some in horrific ways. Deals gone bad, Drive by's, Stomped. Stupid shit.
But losing my taz man, Who ive had for 11ish years now and i jus cant imagine living without him. Its like losing your mother or father, Thats how close i am to this fucker.
Its got me real down.
I chilled with my neighbor for a while. Fucking men and G's aient supposed to cry supposivley. But this shit got me tearin up. My neighbor split half a canadian mist whiseky pint with me. Gave me two vike 750's and two xany bars. Did all that about 1 PM. That buzz is completly gone. Made me really think about it, Instead of jus feeling greiving about it. Some people think its wrong to get buzzed at times like this. But i feel when i get buzzed, I get down and think of the situation at hand and not jus feel emotions.
Shits fucking me up.
Not to long ago(almost 7 oclock now) my neighbor comes back from the bar in some odd car and parked in front of my crib.
Well he dosent own this house, Hes couch diving and been staying there for a little over a week. Hes into crack and shit.
Well i sold his younger brother(35ish) a couple bags in the past because hes the shit. And he has my back. He's done alot for me and shit.
Well the older brother the one into crack staying at my neighbors. Comes back from the bar. My dads inside the house right by the window. I see him come out i look at the window see him and say whats up. He tells me to come out back. I go out back. My dads in the back room. Hes with this random dude, And fucking he tells me he jus met this dude at the bar, Hes the shit, He wants some bud!
At that point i was so fucking furious. I was ready to grab the .40 and pull the trigger between this mother fuckers eyes.
First off, You dont go tell random mother fuckers i smoke weed or sell weed.
You dont bring random mother fuckers over my house.
And you dont say shit out loud without making sure -its straight to talk.
I whispered to him naa my pops is right in there.
He then asked about 20 more times fucking loud. I finally said "Fuck you, Fuck no i wont bro, I dont do that fucking shit" fucking ready to kill him and went into the grage to check on my dying cat.
Then i hear "Coop", "Coop", "Coop". Mother fuckers keeps screaming my nick name. And i finnally go out, and take my finger and take it from one ear under my neck to the other. As in slicing a throat, AKA shut the fuck up. And he goes come here. I go there, he tells me sell this dude a sack.
I told him to suck my dick and walked away.
By this time my dad comes out pissed off.
My dads a OG, Dude had two attempt murder cases.
He comes into the garage and goes whats this fools problem.
I told him straight up.
My dad went out there and reemed them a new ashole. He was ready to put them *censor* 6 foot under.
Dude fred met up trying to buy a bag ran off to his car while fred tryed to catch up and the dude flicked fred off and squealed off.
Why must mother fuckers be idiots. Fuckin cracked out 50 year old retart.
