From The Hospital To Harlem

First off sorry to those who read me on the regular. I know I should be posting more
often it's just that sometimes I either don't know how to get what I want to say out,
or what I'm trying to say doesn't come out right at ALL. I'm sure other bloggers
have the same problem right guys?!!?

Here's the lowdown, we are re-doing the whole apartment and I mean everything.
Out with the old and in with the new. I got a job, yes a real one, and I'm actually working
on getting a second one. So why not get things we not only need but want if we can?
See thats one thing about me, I might love to get high but I know when to draw
the fucking line and make sure the bills are paid and things get done. 
Gypsy and I just went to SLEEPYS and got a queen bed, a Tempur-Pedic, that feels like HEAVEN! I cant wait till everything is ready and we get it. You KNOW were going to
brake that fucker in!

Seems like people at our program are jealous because Gypsy and myself work,
and spend money on things we need and want.
See here's the thing the people I speak of now are fucking lowlifes and swear that they
are either better then most or they have class when they simply don't.
Of course I like getting high, but I like to pay my bills first, then get something for Gypsy, and myself. Of course I have to stay fly and then get high. With them its whatever money they
get they go and spend it on drugs. Dope, Crack, Pills, fucking whatever. Then when that money
runs out they just go out and steal something else sell it and do the whole thing over again.
Or they will come over to me or Gypsy and ask to borrow money because they spent
everything and now they don't have money for dog food. I'm sorry but if you had 100
yesterday theres no reason for you not to have dog food for the fucking week,
let alone the next day. Correct?


My good friend Lisa is back in the hospital so me and my homeboy Gremlin have
been going to see her everyday and also last week Gypsy and I got her to adopt
a cat from us. 6 days after getting the cat she goes into the hospital.
So we have been going to Harlem to
check on him, his name is BUSTER, I will post some pix up of him at a later time.
hopefully she will be getting out of the hospital this Monday so I really hope she does because I know being in the hospital and being sick sucks fucking stank ass balls. 

So that's just whats been going on over here. I'm still alive and kicking and to the one who's really care you have my email and don't be shy. I check it everyday, many times a day on my phone.