Some Nothings For The Day

I want to have a nice 'lil love affair with an aspiring rap star, whose stage name is 40 OZ.

He will have cornrows and lots and lots white gold, in his mouth and around his neck (acutally it's supposed to be platinum, but Jacob the Jeweler didn't get his piece ready in time). He will walk with a limp because he was shot twelve times while waiting in the drive thru at Burger King and stabbed three times while leaving the grocery store. He will have a tattoo on his arm that says "I'mma Ryder Truck" because the tattoo artist was drunk and thought that he was talking about Ryder moving trucks and instead of being a "Ridah", so to speak. Will drive a tight 'lil whip, actually, it's his mama's Dodge Neon, but he's waiting to pick up the Escalade after his first single "Iown Giva Phuck", featuring EBT and TANF goes straight aluminum foil. He's served time for failing to pay Child Support and a couple of unpaid parking tickets, so he's familiar with being "locked up".


Ahhhh, see what happens when you have too much time on your hands at work?