Newton’s 3rd law

I had yet another weird dream last night.  I think that makes four this week.  I was bored as hell.  All my hoes were gone.  LOL.  Okay, everyone I communicate with on the regular must’ve had better things to do than talk to me.  They’ll be sorry when I get some top notch badass hoes.  Mark my words!  Anyway, I was so bored I called it a night really early.  I took a nap around 6:30 pm and didn’t wake up until about 10:15 pm.  I tried to go back to sleep but knew it wouldn’t be for the whole night if I did so I watched some TV for about 90 minutes and then took my ass back to sleep.  I should never sleep that early unless I’m sick or really, really depressed.  *sigh*  I need to add some new people to the chat rotation.

I was in class at a new version of the high school I went to.  I have no idea what class it was because we really weren’t paying attention.  The seating was arranged so that there were groupings of four mini benches and one table per four students.  A friend, an associate, and myself were at the 2nd to last farthest bench in the right hand corner of the room.  We were playing with some toys that was a cross between Beyblades & Bakugan, and having a ball.  The guys at the bench behind us were also associates.  One of the them was working my last nerve just being annoying and silly for no reason.  I just wasn’t in the mood to be bothered with his playfulness or goofiness.  For some reason I had a pair of gold cuff links on the bench next me underneath my jacket.  The playful guy whose name was Randolph kept reaching over like he was trying to grab it, distracting me from my game.  Every time, I’d slap his hand and every few minutes I’d look back and glare at him while he and his crew laughed.  He’d stop for a few minutes and then continue.  The next time he stopped reaching for my cuff links and reached for my water gun.  For some reason that totally pissed me off.  I grabbed him in a wristlock until he released the gun and then I straight Chris Browned his ass and went upside his head with it.  I demanded he meet me after school so I could give him some more.

His friends didn’t appreciate it but I didn’t care.  Niggas play too much and sometimes showing teeth just isn’t enough.  Sometimes you have to bite.  Those same fools jumped my boy in middle school and for some reason them having my water gun concerned me.  I get called to the front of the room to answer to the teacher.  When I get there I’m uncharacteristically defiant.  Well, for that period of time anyway.  The teacher and I spend the rest of the period “talking”.  I say “talking” because she mainly wanted me to apologize and if I don’t think I’m wrong I refuse to apologize even if doing so would keep the peace.  I just won’t do it.  The bell rings to signify the end of the period and as I’m going back to my desk Randolph smiles at me while bringing me my jacket.  I check the pockets and my cuff links are in one pocket and toys are in the other.  Randolph and one of his other two amigos leave.  As I’m putting my water gun and a book into my back pack the third amigo says something to me.  I was so irked by the situation that I tuned everyone out.  I looked up and see him looking at me and remember his lips were moving.  I asked if he could say it again because I wasn’t paying attention.  He tells me that I shouldn’t come to school tomorrow.  I tell him that he should do whatever he feels he needs to do.  I ask him if he’s familiar with Newton’s third law of motion and continue packing my back pack while he leaves.

By this time, I know I’m not going to calm down anytime soon so school is wrap.  In the words of one Eric Cartman, “Screw you guys I’m going home!”  I walk down a hall and then another and another and realize that I am lost.  Whoever built the school had a twisted sense of humor because the halls were like a maze.  The school was huge!  I was on the 20th floor and finally broke down and asked how to get to the stairs.  The guy I talked to gave me some overly convoluted directions.  As I was getting ready to attempt the trek to the stairs someone smacked me on the ass, not once but twice.  I turn around looking like what the fuck and a group of guys are just laughing like they were watching an old Richard Pryor concert film.  I grab the dude nearest me and bend his fingers as far back as I can without breaking them and demands he tells me who smacked my ass.  Looks like the whoop ass train was about to make another stop.  The guys stopped laughing.  The guy’s whose fingers I was seriously considering breaking confessed that it was his mother who molested my ass.  His mom came around the corner, smiled and winked at me just seconds after I released her son.

After getting into my second confrontation I said fuck it and asked the dude who gave me directions to the stairs how to get to the elevators.  I wanted out of this building as soon as possible and didn’t want to risk yet another confrontation trying to make it down 20 flights of stairs.  He gave me the directions which were only slightly less complicated than the ones he gave me to get to the stairs and I started to leave.  The guy grabbed my arm and told me I couldn’t leave.  I looked at him and sighed loudly.  Looks like the whoop ass train was going to make yet another stop today.  He saw my face and quickly released my arm.  He told me I couldn’t leave yet because if I did I’d miss meeting my first baby’s mama.  I gave him a what the fuck look and he began going into this story about how he used to date her but he did her wrong and it was my destiny to meet her and repair the damage he caused.  Turns out amongst the many wrongs he did her the worst was filming them having sex, without her knowledge or consent and then selling the video.  I looked at him and thought why the fuck are you telling me this.  If anything it makes me want to go run screaming in the opposite direction than to deal with another broken chick only to make her better for the next dude.  Fuck that, I’m out!  As I started to leave a woman comes into the office through a door and the guy tells me it’s her as he hides.  She resembled Halle Berry a little and I thought I could do worse.  She looked over at me and smiled just as I woke up.

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