Long ago when I was young the days seemed long and my summers seemed precious. Thanks to age and defying storylines that created the most eccentric and fun filled memories of my life, I’ve become a man named Afro.
Afro is a simple guy, he smokes American Spirits, listens to the same rotation of music for long periods of time before he switches songs, and he is always after something.
These “somethings” can be but of many things. A computer, skateboards, an atlantis BIC, heine bros coffee, a woman, money, a college degree, and the list goes on.
With so much on the table, Afro feels overwhelmed and turns to vibrations of sound to express his feelings towards everyday life and how he is treated.
Sometimes Afro chains smokes cigarettes will drinking starbucks coffee that was brewed at home inside of a small little garage. This garage is what Afro has dubbed “Studio 24,” and creates a lot of his music inside of those four corners.
When Afro is alone he gets really sad, so sad that he smokes more weed and chains smokes more cigarettes to ease his mind as he tries to write through his blurry eyes. Even when Afro does this to himself he still doesn’t shed a single tear. He tries to but most of the time it doesn’t happen.
Frustrated Afro reaches for a bottle that only holds 24oz’s.
He then cries every tear he was holding in until he falls asleep.
~ keep it all smiles
Now what I quite don’t understand is how you can be so devious, so our right low, and sooo evil to possibly eeeven try to pull something like that off. I mean I look around and creep on some stats and pro’s and ya know what I have come to assume? That something is up that I don’t know about….but in reality, I do.
Moving on to what I want to say, why is it that everytime something is posted by this anonymous person it is removed 5 to 10 minutes later as if it was not there. Like no one saw it, not knowing the man with the golden eye caught it before it was thown away.
There’s nothing you can hide that social media can give to me. I have the power to shut you down and put you on blast to the point that you WILL truly hate me. Consider me as the friend with the ambition to ruin a very distastful relationship that is as bland as a tomato sandwich….
Making my call and to prove a fact that is being horribly hidden yet known to the world like our economic struggle, it seems to me that the cost of love is very cheap and can be easliy bought, then sold for a price of nothing. With that being said my suspicion will only go away unless I am being told the straight truth with you right there before me crying and swearing that it is all a misunderstanding.
P.S. Keep in mind that I will out do and persue something I have being trying for what seems a decade. In the end if I win…then its all mine. If I lose…I will do what you say will be the most devestating thing that I can ever do. No this is not a threat or some way to change you mind, but a message to show how a warm loving heart…can become as cold as ice.
Angry Black Man