Ok, so this Saturday my best friend invited me to what was described as a "beef and beer" party. it turned out to be a biker party, but not just any biker party, a RUFF RIDER biker party. instead of writing about the night, i'm going to tell the story through text messages:
6:20pm - Pls talk to me. At a biker party. I'm SO out of place here.
6:35pm - If I did not drive, I would PAY U 2 pick me up.
6:38pm- WHY AM I HERE?!?!?
6:41PM - I came with kamah and aquilla. They are cool, but this ish. Um its given by ruff riders. Yes you read that correctly.
6:53pm - Tears. Why couldn't i have hung around more blk people in college and not effeminate blk men and white girls. Why?
6:55pm- ITS NO AIR IN HERE. I'm abt to take this jacket off. I have a halter on too
7:06PM - It's the gospel according to DMX in this bitch.
7:09pm- I can only take ni**ahs in very small doses. I've o'ded today.
7:24pm- My face has been buried in this phone every since i got here.
7:29Pm - (my friend asked me if I could "hook up" with anyone, this was my response) I don't have a weave plus I'm fat in the wrong places, so...
7:36pm- I hav a girdle on. So uncomfortable.
7:53pm- This is going to rank as the worst moment of 2006, unless I die, and I still think death would be a distant 2.
7:56pm - According to this record, we can get crunk(ed) in da club.
8:10pm- DONE IT'S OVER!!!
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