I come back from the damn MTV haps in Miami to another hurricane about to smash up my home state. I ran into an old freak from years ago. When I say old – I mean OLD! This bitch was 35 when I was 17. She was always asking me to come over to cut her grass n shit. I went a few times and she asked if I wanted the $30 or something else as payment. I always took the money. If she smelled anything like the inside of her house I would have passed out from the stinch before I could do anything. Anyways, I saw her at Walgreens with some cat that had to be 15. Mind you this ho has got to be 45+. She yelled out “Heyyyyyy!” – I gave her the black man’s whats up (the head nod). She was like “Oooo I aint seen you since you was a baby, you all grown up now and looking gooooood.” Im like “Yea, thanks”
She broke the line and started walking towards me (She left buddy in line looking like a herb)
I told her I was in a rush, but it was nice seeing her. She asked me what I was doing later. I told her I had to hit a few clubs before I got too tired. So she handed a business card with her contact info (all professional n shit) except for her being naked on the picture. I laughed and asked what kind of business she was in. She was like “I run a high class dating service.” From the looks of her, she has been really busy lately. Sista looked “Crack-ish”. I cut her convo short cuz it seemed like she learned how to whisper in a helicopter. Too bad I dont run a base head site. She could be the mascot for it – Fo Sho!
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