Okie, Dokie....
I was now in my garden, looking for a way to enter my bloody house, WITHOUT getting caught. You see, I wasn't allowed to go out today, no matter how many times I explained to my Mum, that this pen was practically my life.
Here was a little preview of our convo; It went:
ME: Yo, Mum..... I'm going to my homies to pick up a package! Ya'll cool with dat??
MUM: What the f*ck did you say to me????
ME: BRUV, ARE YOU WOOZY??! ARE YA'LL MAKING MOI, TO REPEAT MY SELF??
Long story short, he backhanded me.
Nah, just kidding!
She sent me to my room. And told me NOT to come out.
BUT as you can see I suck out from the window. Well, more like dived..... but the trampoline broke my fall. And now, the problem is coming back IN the house. I can't just stroll in casually going:
"What up, dawwg??"
Look, at me always thinking about the possibilities....
I sat down on the grass, careful not to squish any plants, from my garden, and thought about what to do. I propped my chin up on my head and sat there, until my butt got stiff. Even then... I still sat.
Finally, I came up with a plan.
I picked up a rock. I threw it a couple of times in the air, and caught it with my hand, testing out the weight. Too light. I picked up another and tested it's weight. Too small. I picked up a medium dirty brown, and tested it's weight. Perfect.
I took out a plain piece of paper and a black felt tip and wrote: I BROKE UR WINDOW. CUM OUTSIDE. I'M IN THE BUSHES.
I then taped the note to the rock, using the tape I found in my pockets (don't ask how it got there!!).
I took a deep breath.
I know I'm probably not going to make it out alive after this.... but I have to do this for mankind.
Then with all my might I drew back my hand.... and threw the rock, towards the living room window.
