Mercy Mercy Me.......

Well, well, well, whassup bitches??? This is The Champ of course, another night off, and more bullshit to blog about. The officers of the gotdamn law, fuckin pigs man. I got followed for at least 6 miles all around the 413 last night. I mean these cats had the audacity to actually pull up beside me every red light I stopped at. So finally I get home at around 1am, and yup they are still behind me. When I got out, I heard "Stop where you are and put the bag down" (mind you I was playin ball last night) So I stop, drop the bag, put my hands on my head and wait. "Take three steps back and drop to your knees" By this time, I'm asking myself if I was smart enough to put this fat ass bag of dro in my stash in my And1 shorts, cause you think of all kinds of shit when it comes to the law. So I did, and I noticed the light of my neighbors house come on. "Get the fuck down" was next. Now I'm not the type to argue and try and talk my way out of shit in this position so I'm hoping that whatever the fuck it is that I supposedley did, they realize it wasn't me and let me go. Anyway, one of them puts me in a chickenwing elbow lock and asks for my wallet, I oblige and he has it, now I only had like $140 and he's like where were you going with all this? I give him the "look" and say "Well I was going home to change, and probably go to the bar if I could make it for last call" He checks my ID and runs the plates. After about ten minutes, the one who put me in the chicken wing and talkin shit has pulled out some handcuffs and put them on me. My neighbor comes out and says "What are yall doing? He lives right there" (ten feet from my house mind you) So when the cop in the car checks the plates, he realizes that the street they were on, where I was playing ball at, someone got popped (we thought it was fireworks and kept playin), I was the last to pull out as the cops were approaching the scene, so to them I looked suspect. When all my shit came back ok, this fool takes off the cuffs and hands me my bag saying "stay out of trouble" I look at him disgusted and say, "How come you didn't stop me at the red light, or any of these streets before I got home?" they reply "You weren't doing anything wrong in your driving" I spit on the ground right in front of them on my lawn and went in the house. Officers of the gotdamn law. Did I mention that my dro was still in there?

I ain't thinking about this anymore, too much for nothing. I feel like there is alot of closure with some cats in my life. That brings alot of unecessary pain out of me, so I can now think without thinking about people. Honestly, I've been doing so much here, I really don't have time to think about other cats and their bullshit. I'm enjoying making hella cash with no problems or shit to worry about when it comes to others. Getting closer to the goals in life. Got a letter from the Dean of my old college (shout out Newbury College) requesting a sit down with yours truly. Must've kept his word about looking after me, after I left school. I'm not sure what this is about, but the way he puts it, it is all good. I'll let yall know soon enough.

Before I go, its good to know the sun is out today, no humidity, maybe I'll do some golfing.

To K*, sis, when the time comes to take a vacation, take it, and enjoy it. You need it.

To Y* once again I don't need no fuckin hug, I don't know why people think Im so fuckin angry bout shit all the time I mean what the fuck..........

The 5 Elements, 413, 617, 508, 404, and the whole Dunbar crew, and DNA, my Lexington Hustla's connection down in Kentucky (I got yall up here), Big Teek, Teddy B's and the whole Mad Squad, get at the kid.

C* got the message, guess homeboy didn't work out huh? Don't worry about the grass on my side of the fence it's fresh and you're cut. ;)We still cool, though.

I'm out, enjoy Collateral this weekend.

Da Champ