>>57164>get home from work, fat she-boon is sitting on the couch, a bucket full of chicken bones sit at her feet>the smell of weave and that oil shit they are always using hits me as the air pressure changes from closing the door.>ayyo sweeetie how wuz work today, hol up I am talking to muh girl shanessa>you nod as you take off your boots and go to the fridge to get a beer, a tall boy of colt 45 greets you, she drank the other six you bought the night before.>you glance over at the sink full of dirty greasy dishes covered in collard greens and ramen noodles.>you sigh as 2 nigglets come screaming out of the back room, in the back of your mind you wonder are they yours or are they that light skinned nigga who lives up the street who is always talking to your "girl". You reach under the couch fishing for your Skol vodka to mix with the shitty malt liqour to drown out the reality of your shitty life as a the provider for a gaggle of niggers, your hand feels the cold metal of the revolver you stash their, for a split second you think of turning it on yourself, but you don't have the courage to end your misery.Enjoy your life oil driller.
