| title: fuck
i gave Rinzo a ride home again last night, oh i never put the story of the first one on here. About two weeks ago this gangsta awesome that i work with named Larinzo asked me for a ride home. Let me lay it down like this, Rinzo makes his own tattoos, was in jail for 5 years, sells weed to a collective of R.R. employees, and constantly shows Philaberto and I camera phone pictures of the girls he's fucking (while he's fucking them).
So he asked me for a ride home and I say that i will because he's gonna give me gas money and a nugget which is funny to me. So heres the readers digest version of it:
we get out at 11:40, and I start taking him home, while on the highway i realize that i need gas really bad i am o-u-t, BUT i dont have my gas key, so i'm speeding trying to get him to his house which is a little over 40 minutes away. He's on the phone the whole time with girls that he is going to fuck, touch, lick and whatever he does.. i am on empty i am starting to panic, out of NOWHERE he say, "yo man, we need to make a stop." a what!? a stop? are you serious? what kind of 'stop' be justifiable at this point? well he needed to get a six pack of tall boys and some blunt rolling paper. understandable? i guess so. So we stop and i'm afraid to turn off the car because i don't think it will start back up, he gets out of the car and there is a man dressed like a pimp, dayum. We get back in the car, he's rolling a blunt, smoking the blunt and drinking the tallboy, at this point if i get pulled over, i'm going to jail for more than a night. it's raining really hard at this point and its getting hard to see, so Rinzo starts freestylin' to bring the mood up! yay! i take a couple of hits which was a bad idea. finally i drop him off and now i'm fucked because i can't remember exactly how to get home, so after being lost i finally get home around 1:40.
so now that you have the backstory of Rinzo. I gave him another ride
Devin came, just so i wouldn't be alone on the ride home, we listened to lil john and put up the middle fingers when they needed to be put up, made the same tall boy stop for him, took what he said was the 'shortcut' which actually wasn't short at all, he wanted us to come and smoke a spliff but i had to go and at any rate i was tired, next time though, next time.
if you read this sometimes you're really alone. i can relate. |
