Cotdamn does Misery ever love Company.....

I know if you have a wifey theres gotta be at least that one miserable sack of shit friend that your girl has, whos wish is to only cause misery and drama. Well in my case its my girl's BEST FRIEND, since CHILDHOOD. Now Im not gonna get into specific stories because theres so damn many of em, I could do a thousand drops. Suffice it to say, that if Misery isnt right with her man, then she dosen't want any of her friends being right with theirs. I dont get this. I mean, I get in pissed off moods, I fight with my girl, but I dont sit there and make up shit and stir shit up to cause drama with other couples because of it. Now, either this chick is crazy and yall have no idea what I mean, or this is an epidemic. All the sudden, every girl you talk to you're tryina fuck. Everything you do is wrong, and just anything these bitches can latch onto to start shit. Look Misery, its not my fault you're unhappy with ur life, that ur fat, ugly, whatever the fuck your problem is, but stop projecting on me ok? Lock it up bitch, Lock it up. What confuses me even further is why wifey buys into the shit. Now over time, we've set ground rules to avoid these situations, like avoiding the bathroom George Michael just walked into, but sometimes they slip thru the cracks. What Im trippin on is how Girls fall into this trap. Like how do you not notice that your homegirl is just startin drama? A cock block is one thing, but this is a whole nother level cause now you gotta argue with your girl for no fuking reason. Bitch, butt out!

Now that Im done ranting, because this is a pissed off rant of a drop dont get it twisted, Im gonna ask my fundamental question that transcendes the petty bullshit drama yall females' miserable friends start because they want someone in a bad mood with them. You know, god forbid you be the only one in a bad mood right Misery?

How are you gonna let your friends that have either fucked ass up relationships, or no relationship or man at all give YOU advice on yours?

Here's another one, since we're on the rhetorical girl questions,

Why is it that every time your man has a friend thats female, he's either fucking her or trying to?

Oh wait, I have an answer for that one, YOU'RE INSECURE.

1 Hunned.

EReal

Pathological? More like Illogical.

One thing I will never understand are pathological liars. I just dont get it! I mean the human mind must be such a powerfull thing when you can thoroughly convince yourself of your own bullshit to the point where its like truth to you, second nature if you will. Case in point a friend of mine, that is a friend on many levels, a friend, a friend's sister, a best friend's girl. This girl has got herself in a very peculiar perdicament, one that I really cannot understand. I have information of the actions of this person from so many sources its insane. Her own actions when I recently ran into her were even suspect. Yet when confronted, everyone is a liar but her, and they're all haters and out to get her. Yeah Right. I mean damn, I have person who spoke specificly and very frankly with her, I have a person who saw her in a very compromising position, and I myself saw her in a suspect position that was explained away in another "coincedence". Ladies and Gentlemen, let me tell you that while they may exist, Im not the biggest fan of coincendences. Suffice it to say that this girl has convinced even herself that she is completely innocent, has done nothing wrong, and is actually being victimized!! W T F!?

Now heres where the illogical thing is to me, how can so many different people, ones that are not connected, feed information that for the most part confirms each other? Where is the gossiper or snitch on the grassy knoll? Fuck outta here bitch, YOUS A LIE! I mean I just dont get it, you've been caught, you slipped, and you got caught slippin! This isnt even the first time you've been caught slippin! Yet the pathological (illogical) lies continue, and she even goes as far as to play thre role, that amazed me. Ive seen this time and time again, all over the place. I mean you see people lie until they hafta fess (Mike Vick). You see people just plain lie (Barry Bonds). But, to actually goes as far as to believe it, truly believe it, or to act like you believe in it enough to be a thoroughly convincing actress, you hafta be insane. Or somewhat looney. I am not a dishonest person, hence the EReal. I find it better that way, but thats me, thats my conscience. Now a relationship is wrapped up in this whole little hairball, which makes the lies understandable. But, still not believeable. Not by any means, its like OJ to me. Sick and tragic refrence, but so true. This cat is gonna go through life knowing that even if he did admit to it, which everyone already knows, he's not going to jail. He beat the system. So why not come clean? This girl's man is so neive, so closed minded, that he dosent WANNA believe the shit thats coming to him, its like that R&B track "i dont wanna know". So, why keep on lying to people, when theres no consequence? Because you believe, and that my friends, is something I will never, ever, understand.

Next Drop, Your Girl's Shit Startin Friends, Why cant these bitches butt out?

1 hunned.

EReal

Time Stands Still

I noticed, unfortunatley, yesterday that for many people that at one time or another were good friends of mine, people I had love for, are stuck in time. No, Im not refering to Kanye's 'Summer School' 80s Glasses Gay Akira style. Im refering to a couple of junkies that we'll leave nameless in case they wanna sue me for libel to get more dope to fuel their tragic existance of pain, sickness, high, and self hatred. Im no fucking saint and I'll say that off the rip. Many that know me already know that I once had an addiction or 50 and in a way I guess I still have some habits. Not the ones that the people Im speaking of have, but small habits none the less. It saddened me last night to hear that one of my friends that I THOUGHT (in big letters, lol) was getting her shit together nicely, has made a huge mistake. It came when I made a phone call to a friend to try to verify a story about some other totally fucked up debauchery involving a long distance relationship and your mind can take that one from there. I digress, so who answers my boy's phone? Yessir, my friend that was supposed to be in treatment. Lets just call her Lindsay, it seems so appropriate. Lindsay has been in detox and rehab more times than I could count with socks off but had an enormous opportunity to keep her sorry ass outta jail and take advantage of the opportunities her upper-middle class parents that would do basicly anything for her, including pay for college, afford her. Well Lindsay decided that 2 weeks before completion of said rehab stint that it was indeed a good time to leave. Lindsay then proceeds to inform me that she and her boyfriend whom she met in rehab (how cute) are going to rent a room at a flop house filled witha buncha other holy-mother-of-god fuck ups until she and her new found match made in hell could get their own place, which would be never because its hard to pay light bills when ur busy trying to be a junkie. Needless to say I gave her advice she wont take and she is back where she was 5 years ago when her whole trip into dirtbag junkie land began. Now alot of these people I still consider friends in the fact that I care about their well being. Leave them be alone in my house? Not so much. Junkies for the most part (and I did say for the most part) can and are well meaning and mostly pitiful people, which is always a bad thing when you have even half an ounce of consideration, pity, or patronage in your body (which totally explains the parents on that show "Intervention"). Now not all of my friends who have decided that they are going to stand still for about 5 years between rehab and jail stints doing the same damn thing are in the gutter under the bridge junkies. They're what you'd call functioning addicts, I suppose. The question I ask myself now, is when the fuck are you gonna decide to change? Why not just kill yourself? You are wasting space, air, time, tax dollars, I mean shit, what do you bring to society except perpetuate trade in a HIGHLY violent section of drug trafficking? Im sickened, saddened, angry, and just dismissfull at this point. I try not to be one of those people thats like, I did it why cant you, and I dont think I am one. I just cant wrap my mind around a decision to wait it out 2 weeks and be free as a fuckin bird, or bounce and face YEARS, Im talking YEARS in prison... for what? Time Stands Still for Lindsay, and all my friends like her, that struggle between having a normal life and being a junkie, because their normal life is being a junkie? What is "normal" anymore. These are good people, smart people, people that if applied their hustle to the real world would be amazingly successfull, yet Time Stands Still. What is it? The lifestyle? The High? The "feel of the steel" as they say? That would make you sell or sell out anything and anyone, even the people you love and that love you most to chase the dragon? Drug addiction is an amazing thing when its forced in front of your face and you really have to deal with it, when its your friend, your brother, your parent or child or girlfriend or best friend that Time Stands Still for. Then you will see the finality of addiction, the depseration, and why recovery truly saves lives. But for now, for my friends, Time Stands Still.

1 Hunned.

EReal.