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Where you at?
Where you at?
I know alot of people that read these blogs never even make it to the advice columns, so they don't have the full scoop on 50 and to be honest, I don't even really know where his head is at, but I'm starting to feel safer now. Things were a little rough for me last night. It was payday yesterday at the college, and ordinarily I'd be stuffin my face with big macs, but a crisis has happened. I've lost my frickin bank card as usual, only usually it always turns up in the microwave, or stickin out of my ass or somethin, but this time I just couldn't find it. My house is a mess, and sure there are alot of other crevices that I haven't scooped the cigarrette butt soup out of, but I've looked in all the normal places, and it's not where I expect it to be I just get all confused. I always think maybe I got careless outside of home, and threw it at a duck or something, but I can't vividly remember doing that. One thing was wierd is when cop shows up at my door bangin like it ain't comin down and I'm lyin on my bed tryna remember when I last ate or slept, and situations like this, answering the door ain't one of my first ideas.
I ain't even gonna get inta all the shit they've put me through over the years, but at this stage, I didn't know whether it one of fifty's henchmen or some dorky streetpunk gang of misillutioned 50 fans ready to pile on top of me, so I thought I'd just think for a bit. I figured if I didn't answer, maybe they'de just go away. I was wrong though....Oh, hold on someone's at the door. I'll get back to you about this one.....