Hungover......

Oh boy, I never thought that the rabbit hole went this deep.....

This past weekend was hell for me, I decided to go to a party with this dude, knowing the type of shit going on there. I was focused, bored, and entirely too tired to go in the first place, but when opportunities present themselves, you either ride with it, or you don't. This time it did and I ended up paying the ultimate price........K* isn't picking up her phone, and it will be only a matter of time before she says "I hope you can still refund that ticket"

So I went to this thing. Just your normal cocktail joint with a good 8-1 on the female/male ratio. I'm not too big on sausage fests because they turn into shoot em out parties. Anyway, I was getting my drink on obviously, because I'm not one to share my trees with the common folk. I had at least a good half pint of the Henney to myself, so by like 2 I was bent than a mutha........ There was a dancer (stripper) there who offered to take me home because she said she knew me from back in the day (hey I'm drunk) my crew was already split with other females there, and it was too late to call moms (look at where I am, come on) The cab company was out because I was just in an accident with them, plus where I live there are only two cab companies. The "other" one was no help at all, they have given this girl so many rides home, they knew where I was at and actually clowned me for wanting to leave. Anyway, I ended up fading back in sometime in the car, all this air blowing on me and shit. I got to a house that wasn't mine and I remember her friend putting my car keys on the kitchen table and her saying something about my car dying at a red light. From that point on, I remember Streetball on ESPN, then I asked for two advil, and tried to call some of the crew.....then I went to the bathroom and taking like the longest pee break ever.

Here's where it gets hazy....I came out the bathroom and grabbed my keys (I know that). I was feeling the air from the front door and that's when I was spun around and the keys fell out my hand. She said something like (you always taking chances) and led me to her room, I told her that I was with someone, and if I didn't I sure as hell know I did back at that party. She had some type of futon in her room so I plopped (more like fell) down.

Then I blacked out.........

On the wake up I'm half dressed, in boxers. IN HER BED!!!!!!!! She has this look that instantly reminded me of that scene in Mo Money when Marlon.....okay you get it, so I ask her what went down, and she is on some "What you don't know? Maybe it's better that you don't cause you were an animal and shit" all smiling and shit. Now, I'm not the smartest man in the world, but one thing that tends to wake me up is my morning wood, and I HAD NONE. I was worried, my cell phone - off. I turned it on and the first voice I heard was K*s. How ironic right? I left, went home, showered to the fifth power. Not because I felt guilty, but because I felt stupid. I put myself in the position where I DON'T know what happened, but the theories surrounding the situation aren't in my favor. The only person I need to tell is all the way down there with nothing but me on my mind, and here I am half drunk, spent the night with a stripper, and don't know what happened. Damn.

So I called her, and she sounded so happy to hear from me, I didn't want to beat around so I came with it, lifted my chin to take the punch over the phone, nah. I didn't get that, she gut shot me with silence, and then with those words that hurt anyone in a long distance relationship. "I don't want to talk anymore". I guess you can say this is it. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out.

Do I love her yall? Yes, I do. Don't get it f-cked up, she is my heart. And I feel bad for breaking hers. Question is, did I or didn't I? Does it matter? To me it does, cause if nothing happened in the first place, then I can take the weight for the predicament, but because I don't, I'm stuck. Damn.

Mom's is upset at me, even my dog Koko sniffed me when I cam home and just turned her nose up. I can only expect yall to give me hell, and I will take it in stride, it's her feelings that's going to determine which way the wind blows.

Until then, yall be cool enjoy Monday
damn hangover

Da Champ