The old people in my apt are outta control. I'm tired of it. Like, I wanna be respectful but they don't deserve it. This one woman backed into us at 2 mph and tried to blame us. As if we weren't sitting in the parked car at the time. Tried to calm my girl down but she wanted to slap this old woman.

Anyway, tonight, old Dick Gregory took my clothes out of the wash. The machine was on. I walked up to get more clothes, this crusty put my wet shit on the counter. Like that's how itworks. I said um... I had clothes in there. He tried to gimme that Game of Thrones half ass aphasia. I know you can talk, Dick Gregory. You don't fool me. Wit your milky eye. Tell tale heart mutha... I let him finish his wash.

I came back down and opened his dryer tho. Hope his shit mildew right up.

It cant be just me goin to hell.

If you get all grabby and slappy and reachy when I get the ball in the post, PLEASE BELIEVE I am swinging my elbows through or dropping my shoulder into your chest every chance I get. Last night I busted some dude's lip and gave his buddy a big ass bruise. I hate that shit. Too much leaning, reaching and slapping. That is not defense. Also if you push off with your off arm, be prepared to get it ripped off.

If someone is too talkative, I try to bury them on a screen. I got this one kid good a couple weeks ago, he was pressuring one of our guards in the backcourt and I crept on his ass, got him with a nice firm one just in front of the halfcourt circle. He went down hard, never saw my big ass coming.

I hate people like you...LOL And the dude that fails to call out the pick.

Oh, and I talk mad trash on the court too...lol

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"Today is your day to have a better life -- it's your right."

D is played with one's feet. As a big, low-post dude, I also hate little slappy hands dudes. I prefer the Lebron James-style charge into them and see if they move or not method to get them to stop. Catching a shoulder to the jaw must hurt.

the worst is when you shake the first guy with a fake and then the whole team is on top of you. in an organized game you'd have three guys wide open, but in a pickup game the guys just stand around the 3 point line gawking while you get mugged lol

I thought somebody was braggin about a good day on the cohna. I wasn't gonna read it and make the block hot.

Actually about 18 months ago

They owed me thousands

And for the last 18 months I been paying two mortgages.

Well, I sold that house last week, at a profit of zero dollars

Went to do a final walk through and there was some mail from capital one address to old tenants.

Something told me to open it, it was an address change confirmation.

They now live exactly two blocks from me, I rode by there one night and peeped his car

Now I'm scheming on the low
Plotting on the low

It will not end well

Real Gs move in silence, like some other word than lasagna, because really the G is not "silent" there.

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i think i typed this out as a way to stop myself from acting on the impulse

trust me, i am all about moving in silence

but the better part of me is just like *let it go*

and this post is helping me get on that side of things too

>Real Gs move in silence, like some other word than lasagna,
>because really the G is not "silent" there.


LOL!!!!!!! changes my opinion of Weezy slightly

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"Today is your day to have a better life -- it's your right."

if they had it, i wouldnt have had to evict them

if they had it, they wouldnt be living in this shitty apt two blocks from my 100 year old brick palace

i realize its a futile effort tryna squeeze bread from people that dont have it, or dont give enough of a damn to get it

my mind was on exacting revenge until i felt we were even

which is, by the definition of this post, petty as hell.

ultimately, i survived it all.

i live comfortably, and the suffering was never more than i could handle.

but id be lying if i said i didnt wanna put a knife through all four tires, then wait til he fixed em, then come back and do it again.

i am better than that though....(<-----tryna convince myself..lol)

...right before I left for the weekend. With the CD on repeat. Playing some boom-bap shit. And the bass WAY up, and everything else WAY down (so it can't really be heard, just felt).

I've had some asshole neighbors that would blast Ashanti or JaRule. As a matter of fact, we STILL aren't even for that shit.

from the office fridge without permission.

So i filled it up with the free creamer and spiked it with spoiled milk.

Enjoy

i had a gig when i was in my teens...
the homie used to put a sportsbottle of water in the fridge

i would always steal a gulp off that shit

like *its JUST water*

i guess he got tired of it

filled the bottle half water, half hot sauce

i learned. its HIS water, i shoulda respected it....lol

there were water fountains in the building but not near us

you wouldnt wanna stray away cuz youd be missing out on money

so we had a lil fridge in the back office

like i said, homie was smart enough to bring the fill the squeeze bottle for when he got parched

i was just a dick with no respect

tryna get refreshed off his water?? haha lmao that's a funny one.

who the fuck takes a "sip" of water from another man's bottle?

*shudder*


The Newcomers can have that.

we lived in these suites that were astonishingly big for a dorm. it was my roommate and i on one side, two other kids on the other and a shared bathroom that joined the rooms.

this one kid, nice but kind of a doofus, was using my shit like it was his for whatever reason. i noticed that my shampoo and conditioner were suddenly getting cashed much more quickly.

so when one ran out, i didn't replace it immediately. instead i put some icy hot up in the conditioner and just waited for a scream. it was glorious. later i heard some people do that on purpose to combat hair loss. weird.

Watchin their husband get misty in the mirror at his hairline.

"Ooh, bae. You know what'll grow your hair back? This mentholated camphor stuff that burns your skin and mucus membranes!"

we were in Philly and a group of white people swooped in front first and stole our spot. They were dying laughing too

When we finally found a spot I took some dog shit (always a hot one on the sidewalk) and put it under the driver side door handle.

nah... I used a newspaper or napkin..

I don't remember but it was one of those times when collateral damage was necessary.

it was philly, there was always a bag or some trash blowing in the wind.

>?it was philly, there was always a bag or some trash blowing in the wind.

time to what... parallel park around her?
They double paralleled on ya'll?!
They earned that spot!

I enjoyed your story though, pretty hilarious laundry experience, lol @ opening his dryer, gangsta!

Nothin short of some Shining biz would make me move. These revenants ain't gonna do it.