Guess this is a good a place as ever to get something off my chest too.
So, I found out last week my girlfriend has cancer. She started smoking when she was 14 (she would be 23 now). The doctor said she only had about 3 months to live. She cried for a few days and I didn’t know how to handle the situation, so I stopped answering her calls. I know it’s a horrible thing to do to someone, but I really couldn’t deal with the emotions.
I found out today that she took her own life with sleeping pills. They tried to pump her stomach but it was too late.
I went to the hospital and it was very depressing and difficult to be around her family. Her mom blames me for her death. I went by my parents’ house to escape and hopefully get some advice on what to do. My mom told me that I was moving in with my aunt 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 home to Bel-Air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby “Yo, holmes smell you later!” Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!