I've decided to maybe write in this again.
It's raining out yet it's really hot. I've seriously contemplated quitting smoking and for any of you considering the same, it's a lot harder than it seems. I hate having this chronic cough and a dependency on a foreign substance other than oxygen.
Everyday I'm hustlin'.
Recently it has come to my attention that I need to be in the ownership of a pet. I've never had a pet, ever! Goldfish don't count! Sweetie, the pudgy, loveable, hamster that once infamously urinated on my cousin, was not mine. My sister cleaned the cage, that means dear Sweetie belonged to her. I need a best friend, and who has always been man's best friend? DOG! Perhaps the little yellow lab of my dreams could fill that role. I could watch after him as a wee pup, scam on ladies with pup as wing-man(aka best wing-man ever), and roll around in a field of green grass like those fabric softner commercials.
Seriously though, I want to know what it feels like to have to take care of something. They say that before you have a child, you should have a pet, take from those experiences and see where your head is at. Once my pup is full grown he will be bad as a mothafucka and still give love to me and my closest few!
Maybe my best bud would look like this: