hell on earth.

four.

isaiah.

I soon hopped back on facetime with Thailiian. She was playing one of her songs in the background, but I didn't recognize it. "What's this?"

"I recorded a song with Gucci. It's called We Gon' Ride."

"When you droppin' it?"

She sat there, staring off into space for a few before she answered. "Saturday. My fans gon' get that back to back, nigga I ain't talkin' Drake."

"We don't speak of him in this household," I heard in the background. Then I saw an object hit Thailiian in her face. "Dumb bitch."

I raised my eyebrows as she sat there, irritated. "I mean she not wrong," I laughed.

***

"Yo, you tryna hear about the times McDonald's finessed me?"

"Yeah."

"So in Virginia, they got packs of three cookies for a dollar. I'm in North Carolina, and I'm in McDonald's with two fucking cookies. I kid you not, I thought one of them motherfuckers ate my cookie. I literally went and argued about it, just to look at the receipt and realize it said two cookies."

"You was deadass bouta fight over some damn cookies? Ling-Ling, what the hell?"

"Because I won't bouta get jipped! I hopped across that counter, too!"

"You crazy," I laughed.

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i was honestly deadass finessed by mcdonald's tbh