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Dammit, I knew it didn't read right when I said it aloud
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Luckily your opinion matters not.Not to throw salt, but it doesn't seem fair to pit an essay against a story
This nigga got AP beat.
Preach wrote this shitHere I sit in this shit hole of a pub waiting to see my dad after 18 years...could this be the day I finally get some answers? my mother is a coke head whore and compulsive liar so the truth was pretty much a stranger to me growing up...the door opens and I see him..he looks like me only fatter with more wrinkles...he looks like he needs a good nights sleep after he is checked over by a doctor..he smiles as he approaches but I can tell it's more of a nervous smile than it is a genuine happy smile..I stand up and keep eye contact as he extends his hand to me..I extend mine then pull away at the very last second..my thumb touches my nose as I wiggle my fingers saying "ner ner ner ner ner" he looks shocked and confused then tries to laugh it off but I can see I have annoyed him...this is just the beginning old man..you will pay for what you did to me and my coke head mother!
Aye bruh, I seen my father for the first time since I was 2 at the age of 14. Didnt even know who he was. Walked right past that nigga, he said "u just gone walk past ya dad". Gave homie a hug and my sister asked if I wanted to go to the store. I turned to my pops and he said "I'll be here when u get back son". Went to the store with my sister and came back. My aunt told me my pops bounced after we left. My cousin told me he left me a gift, I went upstairs and opened the box. Nigga left me a box of porno mag and tube socks...Here I sit in this shit hole of a pub waiting to see my dad after 18 years...could this be the day I finally get some answers? my mother is a coke head whore and compulsive liar so the truth was pretty much a stranger to me growing up...the door opens and I see him..he looks like me only fatter with more wrinkles...he looks like he needs a good nights sleep after he is checked over by a doctor..he smiles as he approaches but I can tell it's more of a nervous smile than it is a genuine happy smile..I stand up and keep eye contact as he extends his hand to me..I extend mine then pull away at the very last second..my thumb touches my nose as I wiggle my fingers saying "ner ner ner ner ner" he looks shocked and confused then tries to laugh it off but I can see I have annoyed him...this is just the beginning old man..you will pay for what you did to me and my coke head mother!
At least he ain't remarry and give all his shit to the new wife who he never had any kids withAye bruh, I seen my father for the first time since I was 2 at the age of 14. Didnt even know who he was. Walked right past that nigga, he said "u just gone walk past ya dad". Gave homie a hug and my sister asked if I wanted to go to the store. I turned to my pops and he said "I'll be here when u get back son". Went to the store with my sister and came back. My aunt told me my pops bounced after we left. My cousin told me he left me a gift, I went upstairs and opened the box. Nigga left me a box of porno mag and tube socks...
At the time I was like
:cry:
When I got older I was like
And you know why...cause that nigga a dick..thats such a dick move ...and if I was gone be a dick to the son I didn't want..
Ida done the same shit..
That's where I realized where I got my dickish sense of humor from
:Pathetic:me and my older sister can't wait till he die so we can get our hands on his 401k
Had I saw this in time I would have written a conversation of straight dialogue with the son being a priest and the father doing confession....
I was listening to a bunch of confessions online to get used to how they go...
I'm still going to do this one day in a story..... Thanks for the idea