“Hey, dude, go to my bro’s party with me this weekend.”
And you think it’s a lil weird, and you like “oh ion know man, that’s not really-”
But they like
“No, man, trust me. It’ll be fun.”
So, you go.
You get to the lawn, and all you see is white folks, far as the eye can see.
So, now you standing on the sidewalk like
But your homie like
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
So, yall go in. The music not that great, but they got bottles on bottles on bottles, so you cool. Yall ain’t even been there an hour, and you already kinda toasted.
And that’s when shit start going south.
So, you chillin on the couch with the only other black person there.
He seems cool enough. And that’s when it happens.
You just sitting there, shooting the shit, and you hear
“You don’t even know what you’re talking about, nigga”
And everything stops.
So, you sitting there like
And buddy next to you keeps talking like nothing happened.
So you’re like “whoa, whoa. did you hear what she said?”
And he’s like “Who her?”
“–Yeah man she cool though. She the homie.”
“Anyway–”
So now, you just sitting there like
You mad as hell, but you don’t see your homie nowhere, and she your ride.
So, you like ‘lemme get up and find her, I gotta get out of here.’
You walk around for a few minutes, and then you catch her eye
And then, the music changes
“We’re gonna skate to one song and one song only. Ball so hard mfs wanna fine me”
So they all screaming and fist pumping and you just looking around like
And your friend across the room, drunk af, lookin at you like
“i’m so sorry”
Luckily, they all too busy in the mosh pit to rap along to Jay Z part
So, you sitting there like
Then Ye part come on and they like
“What’s gucci, my nigga?”
“Got my niggas in Paris!”
“These other niggas is lyin’”
So, you had enough.
You get to your friend like
“Sober up, hoe, we goin’ home.”
So, now, you in the car with your newly ex homie like
She tryna apologize and shit.
“I’m just so sorry. I had no idea they–”
“Naw, just get me home, man.”
You get home and get to the front door like
“Never gon forgive that hoe for this.”
So , you see her at school the next day. She like
“Oh… Hey.”
You like
“Sup”
She like
“Omg, I tried to call you all night. I had no idea. That was not cool.”
And you flip like
“Bitch, you damn right that shit wasnt cool! Fuck you even have me in there for? These mfs in there sayin nigga this, nigga that. Knowin damn well the whole function looked like a mfn scantron w two of the fuckin bubbles filled in”
Now everybody in the hallway staring at you like
Now, you like
So, like yeah. I’m not saying I;m speaking from experience or whatever. But don’t ever go to a party w your white friend
The year is 2018. Your bills are on autopay. You just got paid and you still have $1200 from the last check. When you want something, you buy it without moving money around. Your credit cards are paid off. You and your friends have 2 international trips planned and paid for this year. Your parents are in great health and you’re able to help if they need anything. You love your job. Your desired creative career is falling into place and you get to take your little cousins to Six Flags and Universal Studios over the Summer. Your relationships are healthy and supportive. All of the toxic energy from the past 6 years is gone. You going to concerts, eating good across the states and your crib has art and warmth throughout. 2018 is going to be so good to you.
