Mainly from Janice, but, hey, I didn’t give a fuck. Her ass better be marching to the beat of a different drum come morning time. I knew she didn’t care for me but I didn’t lose any sleep over it either. I left the building and made my way to Kardell’s car. I smiled when I opened the door and looked at the nice interior. His car was nice I had to admit. I got in, sat down, and closed the door. I started it up and the radio automatically came on. It was WEAA 88.9 FM, the jazz station. Um, yeah, it gotsta go. I flipped that dial to WERQ (Work) 92.3 FM or 92Q as most Baltimoreans called it and was immediately hyped up as Nicki Minaj’s “Beez in the Trap” came on. I whipped his whip out of the garage like it was mine. I blasted 92Q jams all the way to my temporary home. I got to his home and admired the neighborhood that he lived in. It was fabulous. A little too quiet for me but I was going to be livening things up in just a little bit. Yes, I was going to be having a blast up in his shit.
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