Hey PW, IIRC you were making a decision between a couple of schools in the New York area. What did you decide on?BTW, I know that n-word. Made sure to never associate with him myself.
You met Rasean in college. He was impressed with your smarts, you marveled at his don't-take-sh!t-from-anyone attitude, because, face it, you've taken a lot of sh!t in your time, but all that sh!t is over, goddamit! Rae was your weed hook-up (which made you pretty damn valuable in your own circle), your "playa" guru, dispensing advice on how to tap any ass of any size and any color at any time, and general good times guy who always got a blunt for you when you stopped by his room. Rae is cool as hell to hang with, but you've seen him do some grimey sh!t sometimes. Like that time when he fvcked his boy's chick. Or when you caught him greedily staring at your girl's a$$ at that party that time. You realize that while you and Rae are cool, you can't really trust him all that much. You sure as hell wouldn't leave him alone with your girl. After a few semesters, Rae "leaves" school because "the sh!t is weak, son. You ain't neva' goan make dat cheddar doin' this sh!t, feel me?" He probably had a point though, since he was majoring in communications. Some time after college, you randomly bump into Rae at the mall. He's "doing his thing", but also going to school part time. He seems somewhat proud of this. You press a little and find out that he's 4 years into his Associates. You make your pleasantries and quickly leave, wondering who that beat-up chickenhead standing a few feet behind him and looking you up and down was.
I'll be damned if "doing my thing" wasn't code for "my life is all out of order"
P.S. HLS = Harvard Law School? If so, if you're in the NYC area anytime in July, drinks on me.P.S.S. IIRC = ?
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