Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
< TW : contains use of mature language and content >
i woke up pretty early this morning.
my arm was stinging a little from the fresh tattoos but it'll be fine it's almost all healed.
when i went downstairs paps was no where to be found.
of course.
paps is probably getting laid by some bitch and shit.
sometimes i wish i could spend some quality time with my paps, but i don't even bother.
he's either getting drunk and laid or placing bets on me.
he's a piece of shit but he's the only person i have.
i decided to take a drive around downtown LA.
i was hella bored and had hella racks on me so why not spend it.
i literally only ever wear sweats and a. baggy t shirt.
switching up my style a little bit won't hurt much would it.
< 3 hours later >
"whew that kinda felt good but these bags are killing me." i said to myself.
i went to almost all the stores in the shopping center and the bags were heavy as shit.
i sat down and took a sip outta some soda i got earlier.
after a while of just relaxing on a sturdy ass chair i decided to head back to the car.
"shit i almost forgot about the race today. damn but then i have my other one too. uh well whatever J.K or whoever can wait. this competition is big." i said out loud.
i almost stressed myself out for a second wow.
i went home and tried on all the stuff i bought. and well i did look better than before.
well the trash took itself out. i look hot now.
i just threw this matching set i bought it's hella tight though. i shoulda went for something more comfortable. eh
it's black so it's fine.
i pulled up to the garage/ track a few hours early.
