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Two of my friends and I went out together. One Bob and the other, we will call him "Playa". We were all just chillin one night when we decided to call these girls up to hang our with them. First, Playa called a "friend" of his named Dana and her friends. She came over and we hung out and stuff. We all went to this park and talked. Playa and Dana went to this place in the park that is away from everything, while Bob and I chilled on the swings. We were Juniors in highschool, we weren't young. We both knew Playa was doing his thing. Playa came back about 30 minutes later. We dropped off Dana and her friend and their crib and go back to Playa's house. Playa tells us he got some from this girl.
About an hour later, another one of Playa's "friends" named, damn, I forgot her name, oh, Nicole called him. She said her and her friends want to chill with us. He were like "OK". They came over and we basically drove around and did nothing. Later, we went to that same park and chilled. Playa, again, went to the same area of the park and did his thing. This time he was gone for about an hour. the really bad thing was that Bob was also gone, I though, doing his thing but later I found out that that was false. I was stuck in the car with this girl that weighed about 400 pounds, that liked to do things to guys, if you know what I mean. She was one of those girls that you wanna hit over the head after you fool around with her so she forgets and doesn't tell anybody. Well, anyway, I TALKED to her the whole time and later, Bob and Playa both came back.
After dropping the girls off at their cars, I found out that Bob got nothing and Playa got oral pleasure. I was amazed that Playa could get to girls in the same night at the same location without either knowing. At that point, I bowed down to Playa for he was better than I. I also wanted to learn his teachings. Playa was the man.
On the swim team, I had a huge crush on my coaches and I always kissed their asses, so I was always the first one ready to put the lane lines in. And this one time I bent down deliberatly in front of my coach, and my bloody tampon string was hanging out. That was probably the most embarrassing thing ever.
I remember when I was in 6th grade, I had to either take the bus or walk home from school. I lived in a bad part of town but it wasn't really bad to you if you lived there. I remember two really instumental things that happened to me when I was young:
-This one time that I took the bus to school, I was getting off of the bus and I saw this kid. I just noticed he was a kid and kept started walking to school. He, all of the sudden, said,"Yo, give me a quarter". I didn't think he was talking to me so I kept walking". He said it again, but louder. I kept walking. I didn't think he was talking to me. then, he hit me in the back of the head, and said it again. I turned around slowly and he looked at me. He got in his fighting stance and started to swing at me. I basically had my hands down and moved from every one of his slow punches. Then, he reached in his pocket and kept his hand there for a while. He swipes something across my face. I didn't really see it, I just tried to get out of the way. I ran to school from here and didn't turn back. Now when I think about it. The kid, who's gang name was "Blackgod" was like 3 or 4 years older than me and fighting me for a quarter. When I think of all of the people's asses I wish I kicked when I was young., he is one of the first. Later in life, I had an encounter with him and maybe that's why fate didn't let me whip his ass.
-This story I'm about to tell happened in the same year. We had just had an assembly for 6th graders. We, for some reason, were all walking together as a mob. There were about 200 of us walking the streets. It was hott. But, out of the blue, kids started to loot stores and pick on people. It was crazy. Imagine 200 6th graders, running around the streets rioting? Crazy! I remember on of my friends coming up to me telling me that he just stole a poster from this place. There were cops all around too. I'm 19 now and when I try to picture 6th graders doing this now, I can't see it.
Last St. Pattys day, I passed out on a train, and none of my friends woke me up when we were supposed to get off. When I woke up, I was in Port Washington, snuggled in some bum's arms. He was singing to me. At the time, it wasn't funny.