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Goddammit. Goddammit man.. ****... I'm still reeling. ****. ****.
I need some advice. Here's the situation: I went into the city this morning to meet a friend for brunch. When I was leaving the house, I got a call on my cell from her, and when I picked up, I couldn't really hear anything. Just feint sort of whispers. I thought maybe her phone accidently called mine when it was bumped around in her purse or something, so I didn't pay it any mind. So i'm in the city on my way to Gugino's(the restaurant) we were going to meet at, and I had about half an hour to kill, so I decided to stop by my school to check up on my schedule. Since it was a Sunday, only a few people were there in the editing lab, and everyone else was ghost. After stopping by and shooting the s**t with a couple of the regulars, I went to go take a piss in the bathroom down the hall, and I notice the emergency stairwell door was open. I go over to close it because I didn't want some alarm going off or some s**t, and in my peripheral, I spot my friend bloodied and beaten in the corner. I'm talking, like, her face is battered to ****. My head's in a million fu**king places now, and I barely know what to do. I checked to see if she was even alive and i'm yelling for help and everything is spinning. S**t is frenzied now. EMTs show up, cops are taking police reports and I didn't know what the hell to do. Cops are talking suspects and saying i'm suspect, which is total f**king nuts, but also scary as hell. First thing I did was call my mom(who works as a legal secretary at a lawfirm), and my mom got scared and said, "you're moving with your aunti and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it - yo homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the prince of Bel Air.
I need some advice. Here's the situation: I went into the city this morning to meet a friend for brunch. When I was leaving the house, I got a call on my cell from her, and when I picked up, I couldn't really hear anything. Just feint sort of whispers. I thought maybe her phone accidently called mine when it was bumped around in her purse or something, so I didn't pay it any mind. So i'm in the city on my way to Gugino's(the restaurant) we were going to meet at, and I had about half an hour to kill, so I decided to stop by my school to check up on my schedule. Since it was a Sunday, only a few people were there in the editing lab, and everyone else was ghost. After stopping by and shooting the s**t with a couple of the regulars, I went to go take a piss in the bathroom down the hall, and I notice the emergency stairwell door was open. I go over to close it because I didn't want some alarm going off or some s**t, and in my peripheral, I spot my friend bloodied and beaten in the corner. I'm talking, like, her face is battered to ****. My head's in a million fu**king places now, and I barely know what to do. I checked to see if she was even alive and i'm yelling for help and everything is spinning. S**t is frenzied now. EMTs show up, cops are taking police reports and I didn't know what the hell to do. Cops are talking suspects and saying i'm suspect, which is total f**king nuts, but also scary as hell. First thing I did was call my mom(who works as a legal secretary at a lawfirm), and my mom got scared and said, "you're moving with your aunti and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it - yo homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the prince of Bel Air.
