Thursday, January 13, 2011

Day 85; Missing Bob

Whenever I go home for a little while, whether it be a night or a few days, I always like to make sure I see all of my family even if it's just for a second. So I text messaged Bobby when I came in Saturday night to see where he was.

It's like he doesn't even know me...

It's universally understood that I'm about as thug life as they come, so I should never be questioned or doubted.

Side note: This one time I tried to convince my friend that I was raised on the streets of New York. I called my mother on speaker phone to prove it to him thinking she would go along with me. She quickly shut my little antics down and set me straight. " lived a pretty cushy life in Lakeview. We were never in New York for any long, long period of time."

"Thank you, Mrs. Gina. That's all I needed to know," he said.

Look....there are pictures of me repping in Manhattan. Here's proof.

Shoot...momma didn't raise no fool...

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