Random Girl. Real Experience. (title is for you trevor)

I saw you at McDonald's; you were beautiful. I wanted to jump your bones, or something like that. You had beautiful dark skin and you were wearing a low cut shirt, or blouse; I frankly don't know the difference.

But you were nervous, and I knew this because of the look on your face,
and i could tell from the distance that you followed your friends at; very close.

You sat at a table in the back with 2 other of your friends, and you met with a guy who really just looked like a drug dealer. It was unmistakable, with the round pack of chew sticking out from his back pocket, and his motorcycle.

I'm assuming that you met to arrange a hit on one of your close friend's mom, or just to score some illegal prescription drugs; either way, it doesn't really matter.



This was my observation. This was my decision. This was my judgment.