[patteeu]

I woke up quick at about noon. I realized that I had to be in Compton soon. I got up and started to get my stuff together, but first things are first so I downed a couple of stiff drinks so I could prepare for my old lady’s inevitable bitching about my friends.

I was just heading out the front door when I noticed some young black fellows out in the street throwing out gang signs. I decided to grab my Mac 10 and an extra clip before bailing outside. I pointed my weapon and just as I expected, those fools took off running. I jumped in my Ford, hit the gas, and peeled out.

As I picked up speed, I turned my Alpine on and let it play. I was pumping some old shit by NWA. Gangsta Gangsta, if I recall correctly.

On my way through town, I rolled by the park and spotted some knuckleheads out there, cold shootin’ some hoop. I decide to swing by the place my homeboys chill, downed a 40 and did some coke. Before I left, I hit the Bacardi and then headed over to my girl’s house.

Boy was that a mistake. Right after I got there, she said something that made me mad so I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave, but she didn’t know when to stop so I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe. That’s when her dad got involved, which was a mistake on his part. When he stood up and started to shout, I threw a right cross and knocked his old ass out.

To make a long story short, I never did make it to Compton.