Laugh Now Cry LaterChapter 1 & 2

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Even when u think you have a best friend, watch that bitch or that nigga. I dont wanna tell you that one bad apple spoils the bunch,but baaay-bee, when i tell you leading up to what i thought was the end of my life cause of a best friend whom i met while on this path. she was the grimiest bitch i ever came across. Taylor is her name and she is something else!!

It's a funny thing how it took me to be in this hell hole to really analyze my life. These walls keep me thinking day in and day out.It feels as though the walls are closing in, so i decided to share my story with others.It gets crazy, so hold on to your seats, its gonna be a bumpy ride. You know how people tend to get themselves into certain situations then they wanna cry over spilt milk? Hell, i had to tell myself dont cry now bitch because you know all good things must come to an end.

I am Desire Hill; I thought i was the baddest bitch to walk around the Big Apple. I thought i had all niggas eating out the crack of my ass. i grew up in prime time projects! But i was ready for change,so i was willing to take any chance to change my situation,i wasn't afraid to try something new to advance beyond what i thought i could; getting ahead was my motto. i was willing to do anything in the name of searching for a bigger and better life Even if it meant i had to fuck my way to fame and fortune-so be it!!

I've truly had some good days but i've always had some hills to climb.I was born in the month of june, on a very hot summer day, but ive had many cold winters,even in the mist of heat. I was that child of twelve boys and girls who made my parents summer very chilly. i was my moms second child of four by reverend hill. yes my pops is a preacher.He preaches a bit too much if you ask me.Hell i'm his tenth child living in the projects. I could never bring myself to understand what brought them together, for twenty-six years my mother was sleeping with a preacher-who could figure! Money? from the outside looking in, you would think what could go wrong in a family with a father being a preacher, a man of prestige! you know the saying nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors.yeah i also learned early that closed legs dont get fed! All this shit you gotta give to get,i thought that was a bunch of bullshit until i was faced with a give or take situation! when you're young starting to smell your ass in someone else house, you gotta learn the hard way! oh hell no,ain't nobody putting up with no bullshit from no fast ass thirteen-year-old girl.Talking about smart-ass,hell that's an understatement.i knew it all sometimes,no backing up, i always let my mouth over load my ass,boy i'm paying big now, i should'v'e listened! know that a hard head makes a soft ass. just to think of how i sat in church sunday after sunday and fucked hella niggas after service.Damn, am i a grimy bitch too? fuck that i had to use what i got to get what i want! I had the niggas and the bitches money, i wasn't giving that up for shit. Taylor was my number one bitch,yeah the grimey bitch could eat some pussy who in their right mind would turn down some super head? not me, nigga. the other three bitches i was fucking.... well thats another story. I could've made one of those hoes my main bitch but taylor was always handy.she was slinging head left and right for cash,some for her and the rest for me, i guess you can call me a pimpette. After service i had to get mines. Yep, Rev Hills daughter experienced all of this.

Pinky was what ole rev called me,ME,MOM, and REV all went to church but mom was doing her own thing. She was like a magician- pulling disappearing acts during service.And me the weed must have fried my brain cause sometimes i cant remember shit.now thats some serious shit.Ole rev was a real ladies man if u know what i mean.My pops had me and my siblings lives planned out,well at least that's what he thought. I remember rev bouncing from church to church spreading the word for the good lord, rev has strong faith and does his works.but in every family there's at least one or two black sheep fucking up the flock.During the time with the preacher,i really started to discover church.I never really cared for what the preacher was saying -just as long as i went to church and made my father look good.That, by the way,wasnt hard to do.The product of a half black/half cherokee indian preacher and a black nurse hes as handsome as they come,6''2'' caramel complexion and 200 pounds of muscle. he was a real people pleaser,particulary with the women. if i wasnt mistaken people came to church to worship the heavenly father above ,not a wanna be player like my pops .thats something i never understood. My mom was the off spring of a black mother and an irish father and was blessed with the best attributes of each she had the body of a goddess, she was a thick red-bone,who was drop dead gorgeous. she fell for my father just like all the other women in the church. my father couldnt resist the temptation, shit if i was any man or women her age i would have chased her until the mission was accomplished. Rev said he was a pastor,not stupid and blind.I didnt understand some of the shit rev used to say but oh well to me he had to be right, at least thats what i thought. Pops tapped that ass and they had four beautiful children, I can remember back when i was five so much was going on for me and my brother jalen, my mother was pregnant, of course there was church,there was a new sibling and i was experincing my first bout with jealousy. my mother was getting thicker then usual and everybody was catering to all her needs,Shit what about my needs! there was a new baby comng and everybody was so excited you know the usual shit when there's about to be a new baby in the house. hopefully now maybe mom would slow down and stay home.

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