Bullshit

Bull Shit

Well my day started out just like every other day. It was Sunday June 5, 2005. I

was supposed to be going to the Young Jezzy concert at the Ritz. But for this story to be

told the right way I have to start with the day and the events before. This story is however

very complicated . I have to start at the end sort of to be at the beginning.

It was a sunny warm Saturday afternoon; I was barbequing with my mom, my day

was going great until I found that my baby's daddy who I thought was in jail, was never

really in jail. That he had never even been to jail. When I found this out I was mad as

hell. Mind that I have not seen or herd from him in over a month and our daughter was

only six months old at the time. So I am calling his cell trying to see what the hell is

going on. My calls are not being answered so that's just making me madder and madder.

I was walking around the house cursing and going off like a five alarm fire. After awhile

my mom gets me to calm down; I get ready to go to bed not knowing the next day that

the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan.

I wake up the next day and get ready for church he texts me and tells me to call

him over his other baby's mothers house at 3. So at 3 I call and he tells me he has to go to

a party and can't come see my baby. That made me madder then I had ever been in my

whole life. So I go bust out he window in his car that was at about 5 or 6p.m. After that

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