Razell
I woke up feeling dizzy as fuck. I damn near fell out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. My fucking head was banging like damn what the fuck was wrong with me. I leaned over the sink and let my brain settle it felt like it was throwing a party in my head. I turned the water on and splashed some on my face. I looked into the mirror at myself; my eyes were blood shot red and...I was naked. "What the fuck...why the fuck am I naked?" I asked myself out loud. I went back into my room and noticed that everything was everywhere; my shit had been ran through and thrown around. My blood instantly began to boil not because of what I was seeing but because I was confused as fuck I didnt know what was going on. I dont know why I'm naked and I damn sho dont know why my house looks like this. I whipped around and walked over toward my night stand. I looked for my phone and I couldnt find it. I looked behind my night stand, under the bed, I ripped all my damn sheets off my bed and I still couldnt find it. "FUCK DAWG!!" I screamed out loud. I quickly went to my closet grabbed some clothes and got dressed. I left my bedroom and made my way down stairs to my office. Just like the upstairs, the downstairs had been trashed and rumbled through as well. My living room was destroyed kitchen had pots and pans and shit thrown every fuckin where. I walked into my office and immediately went to my desk and turned on my survallence cameras and played back the night before. I couldnt believe my eyes, I litterally thought I was tripping as I sat here and looked at these tapes. As I continued watching things started to come back to me. I remember having a tough day yesterday and I remember inviting Michelle over which is probably why I was naked. But why couldnt I remember anything else I thought to myself. And how the fuck was this bitch able to go through my shit like this without waking me up? I turned my attention back to the video and thats when I saw it. I had thrown Michelle on the bed and went into the restroom and while I was in there this hoe slipped something in my drink on the night stand....Ima kill this bitch I said to myself as I got up and headed for the door.
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