Friday."
"Oh shit, I forgot all about that party. I thought
he was just some nigga you was cool wit'. He got
that prime coke?"
"Not him, but the nigga he get his drugs
from. He supposed to introduce me to him at his
birthday party."
"That's a party I think I might need to
attend."
"Nigga, I told you to roll."
"Yeah, but I thought it was some regular
merrymaking bullshit. Getting a connect to some
prime product. . .that's a whole `notha party in itself.
So it's next Friday?"
"Yep, I'm heading to this spot now to get my suit."
"Suit, what the fuck, it's some baller, dress
up shit?"
"Yeah, nigga, so pull out the arsenal."
"I'ma pull out more than that. If Arnez come
through wit' his shit and this new connect work out,
hell, the drought might be over before it really fuckin'
started. And that's the type of news that keeps my
dick hard, besides some fresh new, untapped pussy."
Renny smiled, laying back in his seat, and feeling like
luck was leaning in his favor.
3 7JE
Many wonder if it's true that innocent children
will have to suffer for the sins of their parents. If
that was a proven fact, maybe more people would
think twice about the path they take in life. I mean
knowing that your little boy or girl, and even your
unborn child, would have to carry the burden
of your sins would motivate you to live your life
differently... or maybe not.
"Damn Tierra, I can't believe you have to
move out your apartment and back into yo' mama's
crib. That's fucked up," Simone said, as she packed
up the last box.
"You can't believe it? I'm still shaking my head
over the bullshit. As broke as I am, I can't believe
I lasted up in here this long."
"So what you gon' do with all your furniture?"
"My moms ain't got no room for it, and I
can't even afford to put this shit in storage."
"Why don't you sell it?"
"`Cause I don't know who to sell it to, and
I don't have time to try and find a willing buyer. I
was supposed to been out of here two weeks ago,
but I kept praying that I would luck up on some
nigga to save the fuckin' day. As you can see, no
such luck, and now I'm hauling ass tryna break out
before I find my shit thrown out on the streets."
"Shit, I would love to have it."
"Are you tryna pay for it, or you asking me to
give it to you?"
"I mean, shit, you ain't doing nothin' else wit' it!
I mean, what. . .you gon' leave it here? You might as
well give it to me." Simone was practically salivating at
the idea of having the top-of-the-line Italian furniture
replace the hand-me-down furniture her grandma
gave her. If Tierra didn't give it to her voluntarily, she
was contemplating having her baby daddy rob the
joint after they left, but then it dawned on her that
when Tierra came over to visit, she would see all her
goods and know what was up.
"That ain't the point. This furniture cost a lot
of fuckin' money. If you want it, you need to cough
up some coins. If not, this shit can sit right here,"
Tierra snapped, rolling her eyes.
That's mhyyo' assgettingput the fuck out now... don't neva
)canna share shit... selfish ass! Simone thought to herself.
"How `bout I make payments?"
"What, you mean like layaway? This ain't Wal-Mart."
"Tierra, do you wanna make some money off
this shit or not?"
"Fine. How much can you give up now?"
"I can get my hands on about three."
"Three thousand?"
"Hell no!"
"Oh, `cause I was about to say! Shit, if you
can get a hold of that, then you can help me wit'
some of these bills so I can stay up in my crib."
"No, three hundred."
"Three hundred! You need to come wit' more
than that. This furniture cost thousands of dollars.
That nigga, Lucci laced my crib right before he got
locked up for that long ass bid." Tierra sat down
on her couch and sulked. "That was when shit was
sweet. If only I could rewind the time to back then."
"Well, you can't, so get over it. I might be able
to come up with five hundred, if Ant gives me two."
"Shit, well
"Oh shit, I forgot all about that party. I thought
he was just some nigga you was cool wit'. He got
that prime coke?"
"Not him, but the nigga he get his drugs
from. He supposed to introduce me to him at his
birthday party."
"That's a party I think I might need to
attend."
"Nigga, I told you to roll."
"Yeah, but I thought it was some regular
merrymaking bullshit. Getting a connect to some
prime product. . .that's a whole `notha party in itself.
So it's next Friday?"
"Yep, I'm heading to this spot now to get my suit."
"Suit, what the fuck, it's some baller, dress
up shit?"
"Yeah, nigga, so pull out the arsenal."
"I'ma pull out more than that. If Arnez come
through wit' his shit and this new connect work out,
hell, the drought might be over before it really fuckin'
started. And that's the type of news that keeps my
dick hard, besides some fresh new, untapped pussy."
Renny smiled, laying back in his seat, and feeling like
luck was leaning in his favor.
3 7JE
Many wonder if it's true that innocent children
will have to suffer for the sins of their parents. If
that was a proven fact, maybe more people would
think twice about the path they take in life. I mean
knowing that your little boy or girl, and even your
unborn child, would have to carry the burden
of your sins would motivate you to live your life
differently... or maybe not.
"Damn Tierra, I can't believe you have to
move out your apartment and back into yo' mama's
crib. That's fucked up," Simone said, as she packed
up the last box.
"You can't believe it? I'm still shaking my head
over the bullshit. As broke as I am, I can't believe
I lasted up in here this long."
"So what you gon' do with all your furniture?"
"My moms ain't got no room for it, and I
can't even afford to put this shit in storage."
"Why don't you sell it?"
"`Cause I don't know who to sell it to, and
I don't have time to try and find a willing buyer. I
was supposed to been out of here two weeks ago,
but I kept praying that I would luck up on some
nigga to save the fuckin' day. As you can see, no
such luck, and now I'm hauling ass tryna break out
before I find my shit thrown out on the streets."
"Shit, I would love to have it."
"Are you tryna pay for it, or you asking me to
give it to you?"
"I mean, shit, you ain't doing nothin' else wit' it!
I mean, what. . .you gon' leave it here? You might as
well give it to me." Simone was practically salivating at
the idea of having the top-of-the-line Italian furniture
replace the hand-me-down furniture her grandma
gave her. If Tierra didn't give it to her voluntarily, she
was contemplating having her baby daddy rob the
joint after they left, but then it dawned on her that
when Tierra came over to visit, she would see all her
goods and know what was up.
"That ain't the point. This furniture cost a lot
of fuckin' money. If you want it, you need to cough
up some coins. If not, this shit can sit right here,"
Tierra snapped, rolling her eyes.
That's mhyyo' assgettingput the fuck out now... don't neva
)canna share shit... selfish ass! Simone thought to herself.
"How `bout I make payments?"
"What, you mean like layaway? This ain't Wal-Mart."
"Tierra, do you wanna make some money off
this shit or not?"
"Fine. How much can you give up now?"
"I can get my hands on about three."
"Three thousand?"
"Hell no!"
"Oh, `cause I was about to say! Shit, if you
can get a hold of that, then you can help me wit'
some of these bills so I can stay up in my crib."
"No, three hundred."
"Three hundred! You need to come wit' more
than that. This furniture cost thousands of dollars.
That nigga, Lucci laced my crib right before he got
locked up for that long ass bid." Tierra sat down
on her couch and sulked. "That was when shit was
sweet. If only I could rewind the time to back then."
"Well, you can't, so get over it. I might be able
to come up with five hundred, if Ant gives me two."
"Shit, well
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