I always wear my leg length dreads the same way, in a low one because it's comfortable so I don't gotta do it. I'm not finna do too much jewelry wise, I never liked overdoing it when it comes to jewelry shit draw unwanted attention.
I'm a fuck around and eat all this food myself, I thought as I took out the Macaroni pie, loaded potatoes and fish. Everything else needs lil more time and in that time I'm a wash off, I already showered this morning but I had some shit to handle so yeah.
My entire shower thoughts was running wild. I'm not scared of dude nor nun but majority of the people there finna be his folks, and I'm going alone because I ain't wanna tell my hot headed people bout it. Just hope they don't do nun silly cause I'm finna buss, I may show up by my lonely but I always keep that thang on me.
DM From Heirdischoppasing: my grand only now tell me she tell you come, so u coming?
Why the hell I ain't ever block this nigga?
DM To Heirdischoppasing: I ain't wanna be rude so yea, n I cooked and baked some shit.
I ain't had to tell him all that.
DM From Heirdischoppasing: betta has be sain different. I sick and tired a eating Mac and cheese and fried chicken every year, all da grease gine kill me b4 u
DM To Heirdischoppasing: maybe I should thank folks
DM From Heirdischoppasing: don't get slick nigga
Why the hell sum smell... SHIT! Look how this dude gone make me burn the food, on god I hate that nigga. Ok, it's not that bad it was just starting to burn he lucky.
Leaving the food out to cool I head back upstairs to get ready. It's now after two and the picnic posed to start at twelve, but black people never on time and people should be getting hungry soon so in a sense I am on time.
Once I was dressed, I packed all the food into my 2018 Ford Mustang locked up my house then headed out. Washington Park thirty minutes away but I gotta stop and get me something strong to drink, like a one eyed man or sum.
"Fuck u headed?" The cashier rudely asked. I was bout to cuss but then I recognized her.
"I know this ain't I'm a go college and end up better of than all y'all headass diamond working as a cashier in a liquor store." She stared at me wide eyed.
"Fuck you Ohm!" She spat. "And dis shit cost twenty dollars." She held out her hand.
"Nah." I smirked. "You giving me this shit fuh free." I took up the bottle and left.
Don't try to call me out without knowing shit because if y'all knew Diamond it would be a different story.
"Still on top like I'm scared of the drop." I rapped along smoke flowing from my nose as I pulled up to Washington Park.
I'm deadass here.
Somebody better come fetch this food because I know I'm a look weird carrying it. Folks gone think I poisoned shit, should've thought about that before I cooked all this shit but I ain't wanna show up empty handed.
"Where this food you cooked?" Heir asked standing uncomfortably close to me.
Heir was dressed in a simple black crew neck, silver cuban link sitting comfortably around his neck, a jeans jacket, matching jeans and timbs. I hate niggas that don't gotta do much to look good, I ain't insecure nor nun but if I don't put effort into my outfit I feel like I'm wearing home clothes.
"Backseat." I spoke.
"Damn nigga." He smiled. "Why you tryna fuck already talm sum shit bout backseat." My eyes widened, fuck he just say to me? "Relax dude." Heir opened the backseat and took it upon himself to pick at the food.
Chap'One
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