So last night I was getting ready to head to Andy's for a little shindig (hit me up if you know the correct spelling of that word). I'm half getting dressed, half watching TV, when I hear a round of gunshots. i look out my window and see some guys start running away. For some reason i go downstairs and peek out the front door. And then i see a man on the ground, fighting for life, blood pouring from him onto the sidewalk. several police cars arrived immediately, and i slowly walked back up to my apt. in disbelief. had i left just a couple minutes earlier, i would have been right there on that corner, and couldve gotten hit. I've been saying this for a while but, i've never meant it as much as i do now: I CANNOT wait to move out of North Philly! Too bad I'm stuck here for another 6 months til my lease is up. I was gonna stay in, cuz I was so shaken up, but after i calmed down, i decided to still go. There were police officers everywhere, so i felt safe. all of my problems, although they still suck, seem smaller now.
Moving along, the "party" was fun...
we discussed menstrual cycles, good times back in J+H, guns, Brandon's ----, Sha's Eskimo hat, Steak, what foods you can cook to get you laid, Isaiah pleasuring himself to a photo of Sha', fake thugs from Cali, Afghanistan-Dominican drug trafficking, and a bunch of other stuff that liquor wont let me remember
Isaiah
Sha', Andy, and Triz
Brandon talkin some nonsense
great face Andy
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