the sports bar by the house

I hate my apt. I gotta move a.s.a.p... It's small as fuck, I can barely fit my couches and dinning room set in there. No washer or dryer and they charge me 720. WTF! N my upstair headaches act like they ain't ever heard young jeezys c.d.. They play it all fucking day. I guess that's pretty cheap in the city that never stops raining.


The only thing I'll miss is the bar by my house. How fucking awesome is that?I get pissed off, I walk to the bar, stumble back. No driver needed. Only thing is it be pretty dead, but besides that Pam makes good ass drinks. I mean damn what more could I ask for? On a dead night shell make us (me and loser Ex)Grey Goose and cran's for 4.50.

O.K. these big buffalo bitches are surrounding me like they got problems. Gorilla don't wanna see my fist or dog mase. Ha .. I gotta carry mase just in case one of them damn racoons wanna get down.

Gotta check ya lata..