one day handleurscandle asked gc to write him a story because he was high, but everyone was too high, so all of the stories sucked or were thought up and brilliant but forgotten and never written. The End <3
Alright OP, I'll give you a story. It's a true story too, kind of just a recap of some shit I had to deal with growing up. I mean everything was cool at first and shit, but this is the story of all about how my life got flipped turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there and I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spend most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air" I whisteled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, "NAW FORGET IT YO HOME TO BEL AIR!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cab, "YO HOME SMELL YA LATA!" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
http://forum.grasscity.com/blogs/ggrass/30793-picture-myself-but-not-really-myself.html Read his blog LOL. It's addicting.