It was about two weeks until I left the hospital my body didnt ache anymore it felt healthy and strong.
I called up my homie Frank to come pick me up in his momma crown vic.
"Aye if it aint superstar"
"Nigga you slow as fuck"
"How you feeling Dante?"
"Im well my head hurt a little bit though"
"Ight but, imma pick you up in about twenty-five minutes if thats cool"
"Yeah ight man imma be waiting"
Frank was the only nigga that cared about me or am I wrong? But, Selina called the police only reason I'm alive I probably got to say thank you.
Naw fuck that she hurt you dont say nothing keep it pushing. I saw Frank pulling up to the hospital through the lobby window he was in his momma dark green crown vic with the custom rims.
I walked out of the hospital with my hoodie on my head and opened up the door.
"Wassup bro"
"Nothing just got tired of sitting on my ass in that hospital bed"
"Yeah but, shit kind of changed since you been hospitalized"
"Like what?"
"Man muthafuckas thought you was dead"
"How nigga?"
"They all lighting candles and shit hell I thought you was gone to be honest thats why I was surprised you hit my line"
"Who the fuck told yall I was dead"
"Nigga who else Sebrina"
"Nigga you believed that bitch?"
"Aye man shit looked believable"
"Man fuck that take me to Burger King"
"Ight nigga chill shit"
Frank pulled up to the Burger King on west and ave. that was the hot spot everybody that people went to everyday no matter what.
As Frank parked we saw all the little bustas sitting on they cars. I knew everyone in the parking lot it was March 2nd man booty shorts everywhere.
As I walked up everyone just stared as if they saw a ghost. Thats when I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder.
SORRY I'VE BEEN OCCUPIED WITH MY LIFE AND HEALTH BUT, IM GONE UPDATE THIS STORY MORE THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT
