Karate Kiss

Chapter 3 - HYFR

They say it’s the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have the time. Me, I just want to live a life I’m going to remember even if I don’t write it down…

 

I woke up this morning to something I really didn’t think I would ever wake up to – music being played from outside or maybe from my neighbours. And was I bothered?

 

Nope.

 

Because this wasn’t annoying me at all. In fact, it woke me up with a big fat grin on my face. Whoever played this track obviously had a great taste in music like me. My windows were opened but not that much and I didn’t mind the music being played that loud. The song that was playing was Drake – Hell Yeah! Fucking Right! Dude! I love Drake!!!

 

 I run to my window to see where it was coming from, not really caring what I looked like as it’s called natural beauty for a reason.

I look right to see its coming from Douche’s window! Wow he actually has good taste? And honestly thought this was going to annoy me?  HA! I thought to reply to it by climbing onto my balcony and started singing (let me remind you that I’m not good at singing so I had a fist in front of my face acting as if I was rapping) from where the song was, which was like 0:50 seconds in:

“…She……asked.

What have I learned since getting richer

I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures

I learned hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture,

Even though its fucked up, girl, im still fucking with ya

Damn, is it the fall

Time for me to revisit the past

Its women to call

There’s albums to drop,

There’s liquor involved

There’s stories to tell we been through it all.

Interviews are like confessions

Get the fuck up out my dressing room,

Confusing me with questions like…..”

 

And here I see him coming out of his window and onto his balcony smirking at me, so I continue, looking at him dead in the eye.

“Do you love this shit?

Are you high right now?

Do you ever get nervous?

Are you single?

I heard you fucked your girl is it true?

You getting money? You think them n***** you with is wit’ you?

And I say…hell yeah, hell yeah hell yeah…”

 

I stopped singing as he was still smirking and lying against the wall but quite near me. Then what did he do?

Started slowly clapping.

Fine. I shrugged.

I curtsied back.