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i woke up with the feeling of my head spinning. it took me a minute before i could finally sit up to see i was in some foreign room. a hotel? did i finally smash? i looked over next to me expecting to see shania but instead it was empty.
i started to look around the room i was in and realized this can't be no damn hotel room. not one i could afford. this some nigga's bedroom. fuck. can't be. but of course it's his.
his room is dope, not exactly what i expected but clearly rich.
i stood up and noticed i was only in my ethikas. this nigga undressed me? why am i even here? what the fuck happened and why i can't remember shit?
i walked to the door and opened it only to discover it was a closet, a shoe closet. a huge one at that. niggas shoe closet is the size of my room. i was boutta explore but i'm in need of some answers right now.
i eventually found the right door and followed the tv noise which eventually led me to the living room. he was sitting on the couch with his laptop and a few papers surrounding him.
"why am i here?"
"we fucked, then you decided to spend the night, so you did" he said casually as he continued to stare at his laptop screen
"bullshit nigga, for real why i'm here? where's shania?"
"what's the last thing you remember from last night?"
i stood there and tried to think of my last memory. i remember us walking in, then eating that dry ass chicken. they had us dance but i didn't want to. that's when mir came over with the flask and...oh.
"fuck" i whispered out loud
"your buddy carried you out of there and to my car. said you got yourself expelled and should be expecting a call home"
fuck! what did i do?
"where's my phone? and where my clothes at?"
"i didn't see your phone, your clothes i brought to dry cleaning though. should be ready to pick up by 3. i had them do a rush job"
"why the fuck is it at dry cleaning?"
"well i mean, you did vomit all over yourself. and my car. which i'll be mailing you the bill for"
gotta be cap. i don't get drunk, not enough to throw up. last time i threw up was when i was 15 and it was 'cuz i smoked too much. that plus an eddy.
