/lit/ - Literature

My boy Yung Loc hit me up with an intro to the VIP section up in the English Language & Literature faculty lounge and I rolled in around 3 AM, fucked up off a bottle of Henny and two blunts full of fine kush. And that's when I saw her.

I mean, I been with white bitches on some jungle fever shit before, but you know how it be -- those some nasty-ass Wal-Mart bitches. This bitch was CLASSY. Honey dip hair down her back and for a white girl shorty had a damn fat ass. Looked like she kept herself fine doing that Pilates shit.

So I'm spitting game to shorty and she tells me she had just won an award from Granta. I ain't know what that shit is but I know a dime when I see one, knawmean? So I tell her look, I got the Escalade parked outside -- why don't you and me go for a ride? She wanted a drink first so I hit the bar for some Moet. This wasn't no hoodrat chick, I was trying to be smooth.

But when I got back I saw Tayshaun from the 40 block throwing game to her. You know that nigga Tayshaun? Used to roll with Slim and Big Tre from East Uptown?

When I saw that nigga, I knew shit was ON. I put that hood shit in my past, you know what I mean, but back then I was on the come up -- I had to get a rep. And I was rolling deep with my boys. Shots started poppin and damn if that bitch didn't handle herself perfectly calm and collected like she was on some Foxy Brown shit -- just said to me, "brother, I don't know your name, but you know how to throw down -- why don't you show me that Escalade?"

And shorty was a FREAK. You know what I'm sayin'?

Two days later the 5-0 showed up at my door. They traced the bullet out of Tayshaun and I did a fifteen-year bid upstate. But was it worth it? Nigga, for ten more minutes with dat ass I'd do it all over again.

They don't make dimes like Melanie any more. Sometimes I think about calling her up, looking her number up on some Internet shit -- but you gotta put the past behind you, knawmean? Pass me that blunt.