sup? yeah im sure you notin the time but i gots ta. like a thug fresh outta prison wantin to go straight to the studio i gotta spit hot fire! my 16 bars! these last couple days have been just horrible and tonight just capped it off.

 

Sunday was coo. at work dispatchin for a city when the supervisor asks me if i can help out wit a juvenile runaway caper her and a city sgt are workin on.  Im a lil stunned at first (its 1 am) but she gets someone to relieve me of my duties so i can come up to the podium and join in on the caper.  Now im feelin like im the Black Chris Hanson of Dateline NBC im on some real "out the box" type ish!  i join the 3-way convo and they're needin to figure out who the guy in the Myspace photo is.  He's obviously a high school kid apparently associated wit the runaway theyre lookin for.  They just have his 1st name so wanna see if i can find more about'em.  So i set off gettin jiggy wit it and seein what i can find.  I perruse his friends pics to see if someone would slip up and mention his full name, or some type of association wit'em.  Sure enough one girl says "see you tomorrow at school" and i see the school she's at.  SCORE #1!  I double back (while we're all talkin) and look at his profile which is darkened background and his words cannot be seen normally  and all his words have lines through'em.  So step up my game and start to drag and highlight his words and SCORE again!! dude put his full name, age, what school he goes to ER thang right there for us to see!  From there my duties were done and turned it all back over to them and returned to my duties.  Felt honored to be called upon to help.  A "behind the scenes" hero.  From there they did an in house reverse amongst the cities found an address and went lookin for'em.  dunno what happened from there.

 

Monday rolls around and the trouble begins.  Im still nursin a sore middle finger that i got stuck in the trap door of my ak-47 i bought and was foolin around wit. Wifey was on a 5am-2pm that day and i had to be at work at 4pm. she gets off 22min after 2 and calls me and asks what did i wanna do. did i want her to come straight home and get our son THEN go get our daughter from preschool or what.  i tell her to come home and get Marcus THEN go to get Tamia.   240pm rolls around... 250... 300...310... now im gettin angry.  I start callin to see where she is. rings into voicemail.  5x rings into voicemail. im PISSED. i cant leave if i start up the road chances are ill miss her and screw myself even worse.  I call again and FINALLY she picks up. "Where are you??" "im just gettin off... exit" oh now im LIVID cause that exit only meant 1 thing.  she went and got Tamia first. i tell'er to just stay there and ill come to her cause waitin for her to battle traffic southbound would even make it longer and by this time its 3:20 and i need to have left the house by 3:10ish to be on time for work.  I call 1/2 to the meeting place to confirm where she is she's still on the exit! (bad traffic) her voice somber as it was the 1st call. i tell'er just go to the toys r us parking lot ill meet her there.  i get there 2 min later and say nothin just unbuckle my son kiss him by kiss my daughter bye and go.  no more than a few blocks away from the freeway i hit a funeral line's worth of traffic! its 3:32. im screwed (to keep it clean). i call in to work and let'em know. bobbin, weavin, tailgatin, agressive drivin, illegal carpool lane use, and illegal u-turns i finally get there... 3min late.  3 MINUTES.  1 less stoplight, 1 less delay of leavin the house, 1 less anything couldve bought me those 3 min.  i was pissed for hours after that and as of the typin of this book of lon,.... no apology for the thinkin she can pull a fast one and as a result of her miscalculation makin me late for work. nothin.

 

Tuesday.  All's good in the mornin and afternoon! then comes time to leave for work and meet wifey at her job.  I get there 2 min before she's (supposed to be) off work and txt her advisin im there.  I turn her car around and back it in and start her car via the remote start i had installed in it a couple weeks ago and climb back in my rig and wait.....and...wait.. aaaaaaaaaaaand... wait.  Mood now altered again.  17min after her shift is over she comes out, apologies that she had a meeting. im pissed i load the boy kiss him goodbye and leave.  plans/errands AGAIN scrubbed. its 3:23 gotta go to work.   I get there and im a lil pissy im quiet not too much wantin to talk. already not wantin to be at work.  just do my 10hrs and im out.  eventually i lighten up after readin some mags, doin a lil socializin.  

 

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I get home (must've blacked out in anger i dont remember 80% of the drive) and my neighbors garage door is wide open.  dude moved out bout a month ago and some of his ish is still in the garage.  im like man.  NOW what.  i back my suv into the garage and leave my highbeams on pointed directly at his house lighting up EVERYthing so i could see. go to the gun safe pull out the 9, load a fresh clip... NOW its bought to be some gangsta ish. phone in my hand, 9 in my pocket, scan left to right no movement. look in the garage.. unoccupied, go to the front door all dark.  i aint no 5-0 so of course i dont go around back and all that it aint that serious to me the house is vacant. i go back set the garage door opener to manual and close it shut. leave the realtor a voicemail bout the situation go back across the street to my house, check my pickup in the driveway its secure, close my garage door, unload the 9, check my door, secure and come upstairs. and here i am now. 

 

Writin this re-opened the fire and its 3:36am now.  and hour later.  just fed my son who woke for a moment (he's 2 months now) and the adrenline has all dumped.  sleep this ish off and be up to watch my kids till i gotta be back at work.  Plans to go look and maybe buy an ar-15.  I have a lot to think about when i target practice next! bet ill be dead on wit my shots!  Ya'll take care and go'on and brush your shoulders off too.  F these haters and thats the REAL Book of Lon, Chapter 2 Verse 28