Man I hate when me and my mom argue. She never listens to a word I say. Boy thats one selfish bitch from hell. I gotta learn that she is my mother, and I have to respect her whether she respects me or not. I'm going to my girl Synclaire's house, she is the only one that understands me, and my situation. I just appreciate everything she does for me. I'm just glad that no matter, what she opens the door to and for me. I just love Synclaire Janissa Maria Denise Smith.
“Hey baby you home," I said into the phone while pulling out of the driveway.
“Yeah Why," Synclaire questions me in a tone I didn't like.
“Watch ya shit lil girl I ain't in the mood," I said sternly.
“Mmm.... You and mama got in a fight again," she asked me.
“You know it, but fahreal are you home," I questioned again.
“Yeah I'm home... The door is unlocked," she said nonchalantly.
“You better fix your fucking attitude before I come over there and punch you in the throat," I said angrily. She knew what she was getting into. I don't know what the fuck I did and why all of a sudden its be mad at Trent day, but I don't like it.
*Later On*
"Why you and ya mama got in a fight... Again," Synclaire asked me.
"Because I don't have a job. Do you know how long I been looking for a fucking job out here and they won't give me none
