This is how it has t be, it just wasn't ment.
Yep.... ah. Thats whats going on, a whole lot of nothing as Johnny yawns and stretches his arms as they rise from above the down comforter that engulfed him. " All the fuck I want right now is a fucking blunt rolled white and green, 2 bitches and some magazines". He gets out of bed now to scratch himself and fart. Johnny puts on his favorite throw back and his one gold tooth, he could afford a whole grill. He doesn't bother putting on jeans for he's been wearing the same pair for a week. Neither does he bother with brushing his teeth or hair, thats what hats and gum are for. Walking down the street of the whitest ghetto in Ft. Myers he thinks he's G, hahahaha.... Johnny couldn't be more white. Thats whats so fucking great about this story. One boy thinking he is as hard as the concrete below him meets harsh reality when he actually gets a feeling for what the fuck a hood is. Johnny notices a girl, but not your average girl, shes different. Beautiful from head to toe, but she looked animated. Not real. She couldn't be real, there was no skin on her arms just vibrant colors. Her hair long and black as the night sky where you got your first kiss. With long bright white streaks that looked like comets. She was an angel from above the atmosphere. The walkman that johnny carried now on that "hard concrete". Scrambling to pick it up un obvious, he trips. She sees this and begins to chuckle. Johnny being the G thug he is jumps to his feet to holla, " AHY!, why you look like dat?" "Because I'm white, you should try it!" "Oh shit, I didn't know angels had a sense of humor!, whats your name?......" " my name is ..."
if you read this at all and you started enjoyed it at all then tell me and Ill keep writing about it.
if you read this at all and you started enjoyed it at all then tell me and Ill keep writing about it.