This is a true account of a night that should not of happened. I AM NOT a professional author and will relay the story to the best of my ability. I am writing this from my cell phone.

We were on our way home from a friends house one night. My wife wanted to smoke some weed but didnt have any. I do not smoke. She told me to swing into her friends house and promptly gave me directions.

When we arrived I was shocked that she knew anyone in this neighborhood. It was run down and there were maybe ten cars parked in the lawn. She then informed me that it was actually her friends brothers house and that she didnt really know him but was told she could get smoke here if she wanted.

At first I was just gonna let her go in, but I saw that it looked like a rough crowd hanging out front, mostly black. Now I didnt think of myself as racist, but I am not naive and knew how black men love the big booty white woman and Angie was every bit of that. She was wearing tight little cutoffs and a button up shirt with no bra on her 36c tits. NO WAY IN HELL SHE’S GOING IN THERE BY HERSELF!

As we walked up the stairs past the crowd she was getting all kinds of stares and hoots and hollers, even as I was right there with her. I was mad but what was I gonna do? She knocked on the door and a very muscular black guy with a bandana and no shirt answered.

“Is Tyrell here?” she asked. She was blushing as she spoke. A sure sign that the sight of this guy was turning her on.

“Yeah hes here. Who are you baby?” he smoothly exhaled.

“Im his sisters friend, Angie. I was just lookin for some smoke, ya know?”

“Well theyre smoking right now babygurl.