Now, when people die, they only have memories to be remembered and honored off of. Me personally, in my opinion, have not done enough to deserve a montage to the music of Michael McDonald but I want to be remember the good days when life was simple...not even as a little tyke, no, I want to think about when I was in high school and I met my second girlfriend...haha i know, second girlfriend right, (lame), but eh.
The week was going to be tight, on one of those nights I got the permission for Pops to go this get-together of sorts and I was hyped..my first party since like 8th grade..I cant ruin it. You know when you really wanted somethin you would try and be on your P's and Q's making sure you dont slip before that day. Well everything went well minus a bump in the road but nevertheless here we come Saturday!!
Okay, we are at the party and we chill chill.......chill more than two girls come! I meet the "bigger" one of two cuz Boogie mayne pre-dibbed the 'Widow so here it was.......bout 7-8 niggas and two girls....come now, I had just swagged out of Boogie's "Mack School for the Blind" and I was ready so 'course I bagged man plus...yea....i wont lie, no one else wanted her until after they realized the sausage-festery......then thats when they tried to choo choo Boogie's girl (thrid pocket...LOL). Party was so okay and the next day I wake up to find out this girl been searching facebook for my number..my profile..just about anything and Im like wow...I didnt mature enough to actually wife up cuz I was still in "smash bros. mode" so I was mad immature....so foolish of me....
Short story...i dont know I just was remembering shit man....o yeah, pic time...dun dun dun
(middle one)
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