early this morning,
i went to go get some medicine for my ignorant acting allergies.
i didn’t sleep at all last night because i felt terrible.
when i got around the block,
i saw people and police standing around this car.
a nice whip at that.
black dodge charger
i usually see it parked there on my way to work in the morning.
well the car don’t look like that anymore…
it was covered in red paint,
scratched up on the side,
and the tires were flattened.
who i assumed was the owner,
looked like he was about to cry standing next to it.
he was cute too.
i can see the appeal.
i asked one of the wolves from my block what happened.
“side chick problems”
…welp say no more!
i kept on walking to duane reade.
i wanted to snap a picture,
but the wolf and the cops were not having that.
the way to really fuck up a wolf is to fuck up his car.
vixens know this.
wolves put a lot of money in their vehicles.
the car becomes an extension of his pipe.
i’m sure people will blame the she-jackal for what she did,
but will this wolf get a pass for his scandalous ways?
well i hope his insurance covers “infidelity”.