We shut the damn 40/40 down, then hung outside blazin’ and talkin’ shit to niggas who were tryna get at us. And a bitch was lit the hell up. Do you hear me? I’m talkin’ extra fucked up. At first we kept it cute, sippin’ from our glasses ’n shit, but after the fourth round, we tossed our glasses and started neckin’ that Réemy straight to the head. Niggas were buggin’ when they came by to congratulate us on our game and saw that we had dried the bottle out. Muhfuckas couldn’t believe how long and deep our necks were. Ugh! Between all the trees and the liquor a bitch was spent. I don’t even remember drivin’, or how the hell I got the fuck home. All I know is, when I woke up I was layin’ in a pool of vomit and e’erything ’round me was spinnin’. Fast. My stomach felt heavy and rumbled up in knots. I sat up in bed, glanced at the digital clock. It was 12:15. I still had on my Chanel blouse, and still had one leg in my jeans with one shoe on. Oh my God, I was gonna throw up.
