12/28/05 3:25am

well, my christmas as fine, yada, yada, yada.

So I get back home and my friend Mike wants to hook up. Fine. I get to his house. He pays me back for some food I brought him. He gives me a $20, I give him change. I put the $20 in my wallet inside of my purse on the kitchen table and hang my coat on the kitchen chair. We go down to the den to eat.

His brother Dorian comes in the house. He’s up in the kitchen, then he comes down to get a gas tank from behind the house and whatnot. So me and mike leave out to go to my friends house, we had fun and whatnot. My girl Alicia gives me the card of her stylist *she has the flyest mohawk…I’m so jealous!* Anyway, I look in my wallet and my $20 is GONE. First thought: That nigga stole my $20..that nigga being Dorian. See Dorian is just a straight up bad ass, we think he’s a crackhead but can’t tell for sure. Well tonight proved it. I have been over this nigga house numerous times, so this nigga know me. DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. So, we get back to the house and I search the kitchen and the den, tryin to give a nigga the benefit of the doubt. Nope, no money. So Mike goes upstairs and tells his dad. His dad is furious and calls and tells Dorian not to come home til he got $20. All the while I pickin up knives and shit, and tellin mike ” I see that nigga on the street, I’m hittin his ass”. DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. There are two things you don’t mess with in my life: my family and my money. He done fucked with one.

So I tried to hang there til Dorian came home but it was 2am and I didn’t want to outstay my welcome. But please believe I’m going back tomorrow. Ya’ll keep me lifted up cause the moves I learned in self-defense want to come out. I’m wantin to take a nigga to B.A.N.D “Break a nigga down” CLASS. He don’t know, it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for. Man, I would have keyed his car if the sound didnt grate on my eardrums but I was thisclose to breakin some windows…if only Mike had a bat…ya’ll just don’t know. You deal with criminals in a criminal way. As I neared my neighborhood I was thinking “dammit, I shoulda slashed his tires”. He don’t even know he in danger. He don’t even know. He’s on my list…permanently.

I know it’s $20 but it’s the principle. If he thinks he can get away with it, then he will. I don’t think his father handled it sufficiently cause they tell his ass not to come home all the time. Ya’ll I’m really fightin the urge to go over there and slash his tires…ya’ll don’t know nerrr. DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. He went inside my purse, took out my wallet, opened my wallet and took the money. Then had the audacity to come down there and speak to me! HE DON’T EVEN KNOW HE IN DANGER. *tryin to put the knife down* *not workin**pacing back and forth* DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME. *it’s sinkin in now* What if that was my last $20? What if I needed that money for something important? Huh, why the fuck you gotta take what’s not yours? If it’s not yours, leave it the FUCK ALONE. I’m never steppin foot in that house if Dorian is there. Never. The end. He betta not see me on the street. I will take off my earings, walk up to him calmly and A) throat chop him B) Kick him in da balls C) both A and B. Ok I’m done.
DAT NIGGA STOLE FROM ME.

Serenity *readying her shank*