Im Not the Type

Of course I had to Plot

I called Jayy off of a payphone.
"Hello?" "Hello?"
I was silent the whole time. Then he finally hung up on me. All I needed to know is that he still lived here and got the same number. So then I decided to take a trip to the drug store down the street. I wanted them to overdose on shit. Or go to sleep off some shit. Either way it's not good for' em.
I went and thought about my phone and Facebook.
"Fuck a-phone and a-Facebook" I murmured to myself.
So I got off of the couch and decided to take a shower.
When I went to take a shower I heard a noise scraping against my door. I wasn't for no 🐂shit.
I grabbed the gun under my bed and look out the window and I didn't see shit. Then I went to the front window looked. Still didn't see shit.
"See. This is what I'm not finna do."
I went to the front door and open with gun in plain sight. I didn't give a fuck nomo. No one was there then I looked down and it was a little puppy dog with some big ass eyes.
"Aww" Then I picked him up he looked like he was scared for his little precious life.
Of course I looked around to see if it was people looking for him or if it was older female dogs around and it was not. To be honest with you I was happy it wasn't. That's just what I needed a pet to brighten up my day. I'm more of a cat person, but a little dog was gonna have to do. So I ran to took a shower fast as hell to play with my new puppy.
"What should I name you? " I wondered
"Buddy?"
"No that's to ovious."
"Joe?!"
"Nahh even though I love that was my favorite name."
"No no no I got it". I said as I smiled and pointed.
"Truck!!! Yeah Truck. You look like a fucking Truck to me" I laughed and noticed I didn't have any food, a place for him sleep, and use it.
Then I looked at the clock on the wall it was 4:31. I hurried out the house and went to the pet store. Then I came back home. And set it all up all nice and shit..