Thank God for my dawgs. Let me explain. I almost got my ass jumped right in front of my house a few minutes ago, luckily, or maybe it was kamra, I didn't drive so D was dropping me off. Anyway, while we were talking in front of my crib, a car pulls up and some shady looking motherfucker walks by us and into my doorway. I wait for a second, and then I jump out of the Envoy and tell D to chill. I walk up to my door and slam it open, which obviously hits this dude. He's like WTF? He asks me who I am, at this point I'm charged, I'm already pissed about shit that went down earlier in the day and if this vic wants to throw he's only making my day. "I live here motherfucker, what are you doing here?" He says he's looking for someone and keeps ringing my aunt's doorbell. Finally as he's walking out he says he's looking for "Eva". At this point I noticed that the guy driving the car jumped out and was heading towards me, luckily D had my back and got out of his ride. All of a sudden the second guy's all apologetic and shakes my hand.
We would've worked them.
Anyway, more shit went down earlier in the day, but I'll wait and see how that pans out. The karma of this situation is that I chose to do something right as opposed to something wrong and D dropped me off. Had I chosen door number two I would've arrived at the crib by my lonesome. Who knows how that would have turned out?
PS-Fuck every hangover, intoxication cure you've ever heard of, chasers, coffee whatever...adrenaline will sober you up faster than anything.
Now you know, and knowing is half the battle...