So it was a Saturday morning. The air was all fresh, the temperature was fine. All in all, it seemed like it was the perfect day. Everyone was being very friendly to me for some reason online. I went to go walk outside to the park to get some weed and get blazed. I'm walkin along, no troubles, just jammin to my music. I finally get to the park, see my dealer. We get in his car and just drive away. He breaks open this HUGE sandwich bag, packed to the TOP. He states he needs to get rid of it, and fast. Well before I know it, we are riding along on the highway and we start lighting up two FATASS blunts of this shit. The blunt was a quarter way done and I was SOOOOOOOO messed up beyond belief. It must've been imported from somewhere magnificent. After we finish our blunts, he tells me that since we've been good friends for a while, he is gonna give the WHOLE BAG to me for 40 bucks. I was AMAZED. We pull over to an empty field, where absolutely no one was. He gets out of the car, opens my door and starts punching the shit out of my face. Then these huge mother fuckers come out of the bush and start stomping on me. He then took my money, and drove away. When I finally woke up, I had to call my mom to get home. She was worried about me.I got in one little fightand my mom got scaredAnd said youre moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror.If anything I could say that this cab was rare. But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eightand I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.
TheFatKid Reviewed by TheFatKid on . Why do people have to be like this. So it was a Saturday morning. The air was all fresh, the temperature was fine. All in all, it seemed like it was the perfect day. Everyone was being very friendly to me for some reason online. I went to go walk outside to the park to get some weed and get blazed. I'm walkin along, no troubles, just jammin to my music. I finally get to the park, see my dealer. We get in his car and just drive away. He breaks open this HUGE sandwich bag, packed to the TOP. He states he needs to get rid of it, and Rating: 5