Aug 30, 2007 12:29
Dear missed calls and texts of yesterday,
No, i was not out of green. No, i was not busy. No, i was not at church. I took too many darvocets. And simply fell asleep watching family guy/ eating my dinner. Lucky for me, my mom never noticed the right side of my face submerged in my red beans and rice. Accidental overdose if i ever saw one myself. Oh, and sorry Coach "Whitt", as you preferred to be called, I wont be at practice today. It's my personal belief that you are gay and football is gay. You, being the phenomenal coach that you are, are quite talented in turning something fun into pure fucking suck. But i will continue to play, not because i want to help to the team. But because i'm at a rather angry time in my life and I enjoy hurting people. So as soon as we put pads on and it becomes full contact, perhaps i will help the team, but i plan to hurt the team.
I dont like bitch ass niggas.
A stunted mother fucker approaches you and gets close to your face yelling about some shit you have nothing to do with and making threats of how he is gonna make you pay, so you hit him in the jaw. Now, tell me why everyone is mad at you? Then you hear the remark "I can't believe you would hit your friend like that!" Shit, no friend of mine gets in my face yelling about some girl and making threats that are that of fairy tale proportion.
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.