Shit, I Got Time On My Hands! Damnit!

What happens when 15 year olds have TOO much time on their hands? Shit like this shit I'ma tell you about happens!

(A-ROD23rd & Me)

The year was 2005. M.T. Bag was nothing but a bunch of Sophomores. I had a friend through Ace with the same name as I, but we called him EJ. EJ had left St.X Sophomore year, so the only way I could stay in contact with him was through the cell phone.

One day I received a text from an unfamiliar number. The sender told me he was EJ and said his old number was given to his friend. So for the longest, I was led to believe this contact was EJ. I forget what happened that pissed me off, but when I found out it was A-ROD, I was uber pissed off........I don't know how I devised such a grand scheme, but I knew how I was gonna get him back.

Ace's thing back in the day was to give us the numbers to chicks he didn't like anymore. (May I mention I had ALL them heauxs on lock before I was sabotaged by some jealous young'n's) I figured I'd say the same thing. This is how you know that I had TOO MUCH time on my hands. Stuntman had just gotten is Cricket phone, new number! I had him in my plot too. I threw together a fake Myspace page, using a believable picture of a Latina. I gave A-ROD Stuntman's number and he proceeded to talk to her as if who he was talking to was a girl. He said he wanted to see what she looked like, so we pointed him towards our fake page.

I cannot wait for surprises, so me being me, I had to seal the deal, and FAST! Me and Stuntman had his sister act like she was the girl AROD was talking to all along. It was a late Saturday night, I think. It was showtime! Stuntman had the free minutes going on, so we had all night. My goal was to get him to attempt to have phone sex, I knew my homies, he would do it. I felt guilty as the conversation went on, but I came too far.

It was an early AROD, because he was scared and his voice was shaky. I smelt the blood. I signaled for Stuntman's sis to proceed with the dirty talk. I'm not sure if he did it or not, but when he said he was about to, I snatched the phone and went, "Gotcha, MUTHAFUCKA!" The other end was silent...........as silent as a Bob Saget crowd.............He wouldn't text back, or pick up the phone.

The following Monday was a tad awkward, but we were still friends. I think he learned to not fucks with me after that, his brother still hasn't learned, but good thing I have no phone!

Good times............(Sigh)

P.E.A.C.E