so just when I thought she'd never be able to do it, she proved me wrong and did. thursday night my mom called the cops on me. why you ask? over some fucking dumb shit! (excuse my french) alright so heres what happened, we got into a little verbal dispute earlier that day before I had left to go to school over her car. needless to say I lost that battle. smh. anyways I come home early from school and no one was home which is rare to find in my household nowadays being that my mother is on leave from her job and my clueless unemployed godmother now resides with us. ok so I come home and I'm super siked cause an empty house=loud music and dancing like a bafoon in my underwear. so my mom finally comes home and tells me to lower the music a request I clearly did not hear being that the volume level was at its max. my mom takes this act of disobedience as an insult and comes at me with her "walkng cane" (weapon) ready to strike. I immediately stop the music but then after turn it back on to a decent listening level. mmm mmm mmm BIG MISTAKE, my mom becomes enraged and starts talking mad smack about how if I think I'm a boss then I need to get the fuck out her house and that if I don't leave she would call the police on me to have them escort me out. me being me and always habving to have the last word answered her back by saying "go ahead ands call the fucking police. see if I care, you always talking shit. why don't you do something?"...I think we all know how that ended. lol. need a visual? picture me in flip flops, with no bra wearing a hoodie power walking to the other side of canarsie in 35 degree weather.
this is my life.
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