Sunday, September 28, 2014

Emotional Credit

Last night I put another charge on my card


But it was worth it

Saturday, September 13, 2014

I Get It

I get it.
I would pay.

I could go to the club,
and pay to sit with a beautiful women
that pretended to care about me
and spill out my shit
and let her hold me
while I sobbed in the VIP

because I know she would be all about the money
and it would be a easy night

and I could feel comfort

what a business

So

Please help me

Last Night

"I didn't even get an ansaaa, I tried to call..."

Damn.

Last night was terrible.
No one ever wants to listen to me.

We have known eachother since we were kids we ALL know who is going to FUCK UP THE NIGHT if we FOLLOW THEIR LEAD.

But no.

No one wants to listen to me when I say "Are you sure?"

Anyways - We didn't even get into the club A.
& B the second club we went to was W A C K

and C everyone look like they just turned 18, the swag of the niggas is so child like I can't handle it.

It's time to work my connections to get into a damn cocktail lounge, let me pull these strings......

The next move will be my move and it will be on point.

It was so good to get around people though. The city has beautiful women so I got my game on fo' shoooo and it was just refreshing.

Was good seeing the ladies and yelling at niggas in cars, screaming numbers out the window. Aye.

Felt like I was 19 again..

oh wait...............

Friday, September 12, 2014

Clubbing

I will write about my experience tomorrow
I am going to the club for the first time
the first time without making money involved
I am nervous I hope I have a good time

oh god

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Not Happy

I'm not happy with where I am
Where I'm not

Why a m I Sober?

Cheeks

The flesh in my mouth
is being torn away
piece by piece
inch by inch

I eat myself alive

holes in my face
iron taste
sticking to my teeth
but I can't stop and its

a n x i e t y

eating

me

alive

what

is

to

come

Black Eyes

Black my eyes
Bruise my heart
Redefine love in a way that seems
complicated

But my question is
What
if
It wasn't you
What if it was someone else and I threw
Vodka
in their face and what if their hand landed
and splattered my blood

How much would it anger you that I lay in the same bed as them, the same night.

Would you believe me if I said he didn't mean it?