Yeah call me 
spontaneous but i decided on Friday that i would head out to NYC to do it up for my boys bday. I was excited but not as excited when the day came, which was the next day; not because I'll get to see my friends from college (i was a bit psyched for that i'll admit) but I was excited for the sheer fact that I will be in New York City again. Writing this is making me feel like a tourist cause in my head I'm thinkin tourists from Milwaukee feel the same way I felt when they are on their way to "The city that never sleeps".
I took the "Chinese bus" which is basically a bus company owned by chinese people and they transport people to major cities for like 12 bucks ($20 round trip). Chances are you probably have one if there is a Chinatown in your city. I'm in the bus and we approach the Holland Tunnel and i see the skyline im not gonna front I started tearing up a lil. Shit was as beautiful as I left it, shit more even.
aight fast forward cause this is basically an I[heart] NY thread than a what i did thread.
I got mad fuckin drunk. I carried a nice mini bottle of EnJ across state lines and it did me in, when we were at the hot ass club (club stay: NO A.C.) i wanted to e'arl B.
My boy coulda smashed some chick he knew but she wouldn't fuck on account of mad heads sleeping outside their door (me included), im guessing. So his drunk ass goes nuts and kicks her out at 5:30 in the morning. GRIMEY but we've all been guilty of such a thing. She came from BK jus to "sleep over" so homboy got tight and kicked her out with impunity. So instead of listening moans, smacks and screams I heard yelling, shouting and smacking lol. Fireworks indeed.
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