"Three blacks came up in the place. With guns. Of course. And they gave their fucking presence away before they even got in, motherfuckers blaring their rap music in their shitty ass car, fuckin; sounding like a fucking sheet of metal being hit with like a hammer, because of all the bass. Sounds so bad, and I hate to say it, but where we live those type of people don't ever come from down town to these parts. These are all college apartments; sometime one of 'em might be a delivery driver, or sometimes a bunch of fucking highschoolers drive from down there to the campus part.
So, it's real fucked up that these dudes did that. I like black people but damn man. Shot up just the apartment, and for a fucking original xbox and 4 double a batteries. Didn't hurt Renold but stole his shit. Heard the dickhead didn't even put up a fight. That passive little shit. Drank all of the fucking bear to"
- Terry
(2009)
By far the most creative note I've gotten from my roommate as to why he couldn't pay his half of the rent this month. Why he couldn't just tell me he spent all of his money on weed and a few new shirts was beyond me. It's not like I don't ever know. He spelled "beer" as "bear"
Idiot.
1 comment:
I like this one.
I've tried to start writing again.
Sometimes its just really hard to expand on one really good thought.
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