1 out of One Hunnid
- learn at least two panty droppers on the ukulele because the songs you know are getting hella redundant when it becomes that part of the night at the D-pad
- get a car wash before H-towns bipolar ass weather makes it rain, like rain tomorrow. You’ve been saying “what a waste of a car wash if it rains today or tomorrow!” But guess what, it will. Gotta love H-town </sarcasm>
- go to the boss man’s house to grab that sack. Truth be told I have no money to grab, but I won last night and that’s just how it is. And he knows this.
- ask boss man’s dad, aka Uncle, if you can test out your brand-new electric ukulele from the gf(?), which is thee best present I’ve ever received from a non-family member.
- find a way to get Uncle to let you borrow the amp because he has tons and Elektra is too sexy to be played as an acoustic all the damn time.
- try and get rid of that ukulele that that one dope fiend traded for a dub sack.
- run around for the boss man. Or, kick it with your homie (aka Boss Man). You know the difference.
- drop by the D-pad because that’s what we do. Because it’s neither a party nor a dope house. And I’m not gonna say we’re hella family. But I truly appreciate that point of the day that all of us have, where we drop in to see who’s kickin’ it there or coincidentally dropping in at the same time. That point of the day where we share where we came from, what we finna do, and what could possibly be going down tonight. It’s a pause from running around in the underworld, with people that I don’t have to lie to because they understand and ain’t trippin’.
- take that bad bitch to the gameroom when you and mama (yes, my actual Mom) go tonight. We don’t usually gamble but Rudy said it’s finna be a party and I needa pick up Mama’s raffle tickets anyway.
