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Counting on the Fax.
As I'm transcribing this chapter I'm reminded of why I bought TMoney these earrings. I saw a change in him. Picking fights, new jewelry, complaints of my not giving him money....ha!
No matter what you think of the insanity that occurs out here on the Fax, there is a bit of consistency and kindness that is hard to find, rarely is genuine The Beast doesn't always cut sometimes it cures.
You can count on the craziness like the sun rising everyday. For example at this moment my Trick won't fucking leave. Mostly due to past experience he found solace in his time with me. He could enjoy getting high with me without fear of The Beast. He had left and unfortunately came back to pay more for my time. He's want a more Crack in reality. Not me.
More is a misnomer. There is no such satisfaction I can offer you to satisfy your great for more. Eventually the epic high is no longer achievable. The ability to function is no longer tangible. If it were possible we could do our own shenanigans and exist in real life as well.
The current hourly gone I did a perimeter check to ensure my backpack had left. A happy sigh escape my body.
Running into a friend whom was able to point my brain into a new calm direction to suddenly break my happy moment into a million fragments of TMoney story time. Oh geez I thought... I've again been a victim of the Fax. He was riding around ask night wet another women. They we pretty cozy she said with in the same sentence she told me he was arrested... well kudos Game God's The Beast did bless. pockets full of money I took myself to breakfast. Rent paid.
© The Colfax Hustle;The liq, The Trick and The Skit
No matter what you think of the insanity that occurs out here on the Fax, there is a bit of consistency and kindness that is hard to find, rarely is genuine The Beast doesn't always cut sometimes it cures.
You can count on the craziness like the sun rising everyday. For example at this moment my Trick won't fucking leave. Mostly due to past experience he found solace in his time with me. He could enjoy getting high with me without fear of The Beast. He had left and unfortunately came back to pay more for my time. He's want a more Crack in reality. Not me.
More is a misnomer. There is no such satisfaction I can offer you to satisfy your great for more. Eventually the epic high is no longer achievable. The ability to function is no longer tangible. If it were possible we could do our own shenanigans and exist in real life as well.
The current hourly gone I did a perimeter check to ensure my backpack had left. A happy sigh escape my body.
Running into a friend whom was able to point my brain into a new calm direction to suddenly break my happy moment into a million fragments of TMoney story time. Oh geez I thought... I've again been a victim of the Fax. He was riding around ask night wet another women. They we pretty cozy she said with in the same sentence she told me he was arrested... well kudos Game God's The Beast did bless. pockets full of money I took myself to breakfast. Rent paid.
© The Colfax Hustle;The liq, The Trick and The Skit
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