Screamed Auto as Zoom zoomed off with the California and the packet of rolling paper. Auto and I discussed as we walked to the dance floor. The sound of the music grew louder.
"G, I think painting his crib all red is quite showy and off code. What you think man?"
"Loud, his old man painted the crib this way before he bought the fam. He was a 'Wilder' and still a 'Wilder' in heaven. Young lad Zoom represents him on earth now, as a worthy son.”
“Yeah, he does.”
I responded in my relaxed voice. We continued walking.
We came to the sitting room which was however the party ground. The sitting room was quite large and so staggeringly decorated with inordinate red lights and balloons. Most of the guests sat on the sofas and side stools, and the bar stools, the rest stood leaning against the walls. A few guests were dancing while others just smoked and drank. It was pre
"So, Mike, you pass em to me and I pass em to Ashh. Ashh, you pour the contents into the small tank.""Alright. "They chorused a smile."Guys, can we grub a weed crusher from anyone, please? Um! This white bucket contains some liquid extracted from cooked grass. Please, Mike, you need to pour this one by yourself; I mean I'on know if she can handle the big stuff."The crowd cheered and gabbled. She laughed and smiled at me and I did the same.Mike lifted the white bucket and Zoom assisted him to pour the extracts into the tank. The random guy behind us passed a crusher to me and I passed it to Mike."Pass me the tabs, Mike."He handed over the two capsules to me."Guys, we've got two caps of Mitsubishi, our gate pass to LA LA land. Mike gon crush em and Ashh go pour em into the tank. DJ Z, please turn up the music a
Welcome to Cave city. A small city located up on a hill, with a proportional population and development. The only thing getting out of hand in Cave city was corruption and immoralities among the teens and youths. Thus, Cave city was agreed not to be a good place to raise kids. Hence, my mom had me raised out of Cave city; out of my natal home. There was just one envious attribute of Cave city; and why the city was called 'Cave city'. No matter what went wrong in Cave city, the smoking gun was never found. That was because, 'what happens in the cave, stays in the cave'. There were rules that every Cavenans adhered strictly to. We did not know who initiated those rules, but we met them on earth. Welcome to Capital city. A small city of high profiled citizens; with inordinate development and a good educational system. Perhaps, the best city to raise kids. Hence, my mother had me sent here; after my eleventh birthday; to be raised by her el
Bad was at one corner of the club eating the kitty cat of a titchy-sized unknown girl. Auto was kissing an unknown girl at the center of the club. Zoom was in sort of a sexual escapade. He was getting some footwork from a sexy unknown girl seated on a sofa, while he laid flat on the floor. He also had the tits of an unknown girl in his mouth. He was in heaven, and I could tell from the expressions on his face. Most of the girls were unknown to my friends but not to me (Samson Frodd p.k.a Loud, a.k.a most versed playboy in Heaven's Gate high school and also titled the Ladies man). Bad once said that I had dated 95% of the girls in our school; the remaining 5% were the ugly ones. I found that risible until my 18th birthday. I was never the type to get easily infuriated but, I was pretty sad; of course, I was. I slipped two pills of ecstasy into my mouth and light up the seventh stick of weed for the night; sat more relaxed into the sofa wi
"I trust you Mr. Bendez." "Thank you. Oh! Here they are Loud." The male staff returned with a medium-sized filled carton. He removed the contents of the carton and placed them on the counter. This time, I was no longer interested in analyzing him. He stood behind his boss like he was waiting for approval to leave; which he never got. Mr. Bendez picked up a transparent bottle. "Here my friend, Beluga vodka. Made from pure grain; down from Russia. It has a very high alcoholic content of about 40%." He dropped the bottle and picked up another transparent bottle, although, the content was not as clear as the previous one. "And this one is called American Honey. Made with wild turkey Kentucky bourbon and pure honey. It is a 35% alcohol liqueur blended with honey and real wild turkey bourbon whisky. And of course, from the United States of America."
"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me." "The prostitute." "The bastard son of a thousand fathers." We chuckled and exchanged a unique handshake. He was wearing green studs on both ears, a long green jeans jacket, ash-colored nightwear trousers, and a pair of green slippers. "You always dressed like a government secret agent.
Note: The statements in the () are translated from Patois (What's up tough guy?) (Everything is OK.) She hugged me tightly, grinding her white soft tits against my chest. I had an impulse to bang her in my six-to-six well-equipped bed listening to Trey Songz. I grabbed her big ass from her thigh to the exposed parts then to the base; it was way softer than Deto's, if I had to say. (Hope you don't mind attractive thing?) (I don't mind attractive thing.) We whispered into our ears and separated. (So, where did you learn patois?) (Um! My brother's girlfriend. She is from Jamaica; beautiful, but not as sexy as you are. Girl you are damn thicker than Steff.) ( thank you. Talk to you later.) (You too!) She made a 180° turn and walked back t
Statements in the () are translated from the French Language "What is happening? Principal Bastien! Are you expelling him?" Principal Bastien stood from his seat and walked to the window exposing only his smoothly ironed black blazer suit and his shinny shaved head. "Yes Samson. The school has decided." (For what?) (For breaking someone's tooth.) (Not someone, Nick. It was a self defense principal) (There is no prove to that claim son. The press will ask.) (Is anyone talking about the rational here? I will prove that to the press, I will stand as a witness.) (You will not want to do that Sam. Besides, the school does no need all that drama.) (Of course I will)... They discussed a lot be
Note: The statements in () are translated from the French Language. Loud POV. "Where Mr?" "10 Judge street, Cave city." "Alright." "Um! Driver, you got some good music?" "Yeah! I got Drake's Care Package; you gon like em man." "Alright." Maribel was one of my exes, but I did not chuck her, she chucked me; she was the only girl that ever chucked me. Maribel was the only girl that I did not simulate feelings for; the only girl I ever loved, that I was ready to catch a grenade for. Just to impress Maribel, I became a French buff in high school because she was French. Elaine - Maribel's best friend wanted to bang me so badly; she said something about Maribel always telling her how good I was - making her feel jealous, and how she loved me more than Maribel did. So, I eschewed her for