i wanted something nice to drink with dinner.
nothing too hard.
so i put on my clothes to head to the likka sto.
as i’m walking i spot this fine ass wolf talkin’ to some vixen.
all in my grill.
eye fuckin me rea slow.
i return the favor.
he was spanish.
brown sugar.
long hair.
kinda tall.
built.
she was… cute.
wasn’t me tho.
i stood next to them to cross the street.
he is sneakin’ looks as she was all over him.
pissed because i wanted to get that number,
but i knew it wasn’t happening.
i get to the likka sto’ and i dunno what to get.
alize?
nuvo?
mixed with a little v.s.o.p?
i decided on…

9 dollar bottle of moscato.
sounds good.
it made sense i was seeing so many spanish people outside.
it was the dominican day parade today.
hopefully i see that dominican sexy again.
i need that.

lowkey: i’m going back to the crib and see this:

not even mad tho.
oh, dinner you ask?
bbq brown sugar chicken.
candied yams.
spicy collard greens.
rice.
dinner for 1.