So basically, last Sunday sucked. I drove all over the damn city trying to plkay ball and dudes were really lazy as shT or I missed the memo. I drove all over...from English High to Franklin Field, the Fenway, and to Mission Hill. It really was a wack day. So today is even nicer than yesterday, so let's see if cats are trying to hoop. I hung with the crew last night and they were bumping their gums like they were really down to play ball today. Let's see who punks out and who doesn't.
Big shout-out to J-Rock, who had a housewarming cookout at his new crib in Mattapan. I'm really proud of that brother. He's doing his thing. Hell, he got me all jealous and shT with his detached single fam crib. And then we went out to BRockton, from ReebokLarry's annual sword fight...I mean...house party. We rolled up in seven whips to even empty driveway, which should have been the first indication that we actually BROUGHT the party. But anyways...I digress. It was aiight in the end, so all's well that ends well.
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