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A semi-fictional account of the greatest hip-hop record ever created. |
| Are you serious? I was strongly advised last night to be home for dinner tonight- "for a change". I raced over to the house, attempting to get there before my mom came home from work. There wasn't anything taken out of the freezer to thaw, and nothing special waiting in the fridge. Now I'm confused. What's so important about me being home for dinner this evening? I heard the tv on in the living room, so I went to check on it. There he was...my mom's boyfriend, passed out on the couch with a KFC bucket resting on his fat belly. No plate...just a pile of napkins. Did he just throw the bones back in the container? Is this how people live when I'm not around? F*** this. I'm goin' back to the park. I wasn't even hungry anyway. Lyrics.  Word Count: 139. |
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