King Harris
These streets raised me. You may think that I'm the typical "Hood Nigga" that goes around shooting random niggas and fucking random bitches. But nah that ain't me. My momma may have been an alcoholic and my daddy? Well I ain't never met the nigga a day in my life don't even know what the nigga look like but when I look in the mirror I got a pretty good idea. I'm 23 years old no family, no one to trust, and no one I can really rely on when I'm going through something. And that something is called life and struggling tryna find a way out the hood. Don't get me wrong I got money but the hood has become my mentality. The hood is what I am accustomed to. Its all I know. And it's all I got. Out here in these streets you can't trust NOBODY because half of these niggas out here ain't real they just a bunch of bitch niggas. And these bitches out here are just looking for a nigga to trap so they can spend all of these dumb ass niggas money. I got one homie and that's my nigga Charles. Even though we been friends for a good minute my trust issues got my mind so fucked up that I can't even trust him and he has had my back through everything so far. Its a damn shame that what you go through can fuck up your mentality so bad. From the beatings of my alcoholic mother to the fact that niggas used to talk shit about how I don't got a daddy but half of the niggas that do have one they ain't even they real daddy and they never even knew but everybody else in the hood did. And that's not even half of my problems that I went through and still is currently facing these types of problems. I was so into my thoughts I didn't realize there was this fine ass shawty standing in front of me. The more I look at her I notice that it was the girl that I was staring at while she was on the pole. She knew what she was doing while she was on that stage. She interrupted my thoughts when she started talking to me. I had finally realized that it was her car that I was leaning on and lil baby got taste. As I watched her put her stuff in the backseat I opened her front door for her.
"Thanks" she said as I was shutting the door. I stepped back as she pulled off going to her destination. I stayed a lil while and talked to Charles before I left. I hopped in my red Bentley Continental gt and headed home.
When I pulled up to my house I parked my car in the garage. I got one of the best looking houses on the block and maybe the biggest. I walked in the house through the door in the garage. I set my stuff down and went in the kitchen cause a nigga was hungry. I whipped up some fried chicken wings and fried rice. I grabbed the hot sauce and my plate and sat it on my living room table. I went back in the kitchen and fixed me some kool-aid. After I sat that done I jogged up stairs and stripped out of everything except for my boxers and socks. I jogged back downstairs said my grace and dug in while watching ESPN. Once I finished I washed my dishes, cut the TV off and headed upstairs I got in my bed and drifted of to sleep dreaming about the mystery stripper I saw tonight.
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Sorry I know this a short chapter but next chapter will be longer I promise.
-Ariana Collins
