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LUCK AS FFFFFF

I was sitting at my DOC ran halfway house when the phone ring. A pretty voice on the other end says she knows of me and wants to get together. I think to myself this has to be Coop or Jorge making some whale call me to fuck with me. So I let her know I been to prison, did drugs, sold drugs, and i'm in a halfway house now. She tells me nobody is perfect and the women she heard of me from were all talking bad about me. But as a woman she knows a woman won't talk that way unless she felt something deep for that man. And plus she has a thing for bad boys. She mentioned three of my exes so i'm thinking maybe she's telling the truth. I tell her she can drive up and ill look at the window still leary of my homeboy setting me up as a joke. When she pulled up a drop dead gorgeous blonde steps out and flashes a sexy smile up at me. I mean sh was built perfect. Tig ol bitties, nice plump booty, and a trim waist. Blondes never been my thing but she changed that quick like. I originally told her she couldn't come up because DOC permitted no visitors. Rules are meant to be broken. I told her she could come up. We kicked it and talked about everything under the sun. Vibing real smooth like. I thought she wanted some dick but when I tried she played hard to get. I kinda wanted to see her again too. If we both played it like a notch on the belt we'd lose out on something divine. I gave her one of them deep tongue kisses and pulled her close by the small of her back instead of her ass letting her know I was digging her. She inspired one of my best songs. That night I wrote it and left it on her voicemail. She was struck. Once we hit the sheets it was cupids arrow. It is my B.E.A.U.T.Y. song that stole her heart. It was Mike Hock that soaked her panties. Before you know it I said fuck this ankle monitor. It's time for vacation. Las Vegas sounds like fun. We smashed the gas together. My two homeboys always down for some goodtimes were all about it. We took some donations and loaded up on drugs from the city. Road trip. Two cars for no reason other than Jorge wanted to race the whole way. I am always down to show ya my tail lights. Middle Illinois was the first time we seen blue and red lights in the rear view. Except that just means go faster to me. Jorge decided to stop and see what they wanted. Just 3,000 in tickets and for him to trick me into coming back. I was under the next under pass knowing the piggy would radio a road block further down. I showed em this vanishing trick. And we were on the road again. But racing thru Missouri I had my spidy senses tingle and hit the brakes before this big hill. Jorged flipped me off as he finally passed me. And then he found out why I slowed down. This state trooper asked him if he was on drugs because his pupils were different sizes. He told her some bullshit only Jorge could come up with and drove off. Before we made it thru Ok his car broke. I told him he couldn't keep up to the KICK ASS DUDE. His car confirmed it. So all for of us road into Vegas as one nation under god indivisible with liberty on the the run from justice and doing it for y'all. Now on the way out there I had noticed my girl was real good at getting money from perfect strangers. Jorge told me she was tricking. But you know love is blind. Shit we dodged cops and wildfires to get to Vegas. I figured if she was down to get money I was too. I had been to Vegas once before so I remember the sights. But coming thru the Grand Canton in Az and thru the Hoover Dam is the way to go. Except watch the so called produce check points. Why they have the alphabet boys there if they're looking for vegetables? We slid thru and were sandwiched between the rocky cliffs. You feel you'll never see life again. But then as you come over a huge hill you are blasted with a sea of lights that stretch out forever. All the big landmarks tower over the rest. We were hooting and hollering. Rolling onto the strip makes you feel important. The mafia knew how to take you to another dimension. And they did it in such a way you forget that you are their mark. Prostitution isn't legal like you think and like I was told. Coop ran into a lil black hooker from our neck of the woods. She wanted to show us the ropes. I had the perfect chick. Fine as fuck and street wise. Plus she had a nose for money. There were 3 rules. Dont fuck with the tourists, don't tear up hotels, and dont jaywalk. We broke all of em eventually. Getting drugs in Vegas is like ordering a pizza. Literally. Once you are known to be down. You call and 15 mins later a little dude pulls up and spits balloons out. My girl was bringing in buku bucks. I was living the dream. But every once in awhile she'd snap on me and draw attention. I couldn't have that. I was wanted. So I figured baseball rules are all American. One night at the Luxor she went off and called me every name she could think of. Security showed up and banned us. 3 strikes you're out. I was gonna just put her on ice. Instead she thought she could do it without me. She found out the streets are a ruff place when you have no muscle to back you up. I saved her ass a few times and then I traveled on to the west coast. Still feel bad that I left her behind. Truth is she has an ATM between her legs. But I don't. And had I known how deeply she loved me or how much I was hurting her I would've stayed back to work things out.