Okay this is a personal blog people. But it is a very necessary public service announcement to make sure you DON'T DRINK AND TEXT!
It was about 12 a.m. this morning and I was prying myself off the computer; The Urban Blogger is addictive. Anyway, I left my phone in my bedroom. I go to prepare myself for bed and I notice my phone is lit up. I have 2 missed calls from a guy I use to talk too. I talk to to him every blue moon.
Before I could even wrap my mind around what he could possible want,
RING, my phone goes off again. WTF? My first thought is he better be in somebodies hospital or experiencing a death in the family. I was told ain't nothing open past 12 but legs, and they damnnnnn sure weren't going to be mine. I pick up and The Fool is freaking plastered:
A. Red-"Hello"
The Fool-" Wha' Down"
A. Red- "Just got off the computer getting ready for bed."
The Fool- "Ahh. So what's been up with ya?"
A. Red- "Same ol, same ol."
The Fool-"So uh, I mean, you going to work in the morning?"
A. Red- " Yep. Why?"
The Fool- "I'm just sayin' you should come spend da night and go to work from here."
A. Red- "For what?! I'm good where I'm at"
The Fool-"I'm just sayin', I mean,: *long pause*
A. Red - "Dude what are you saying?"
The Fool- "I just wanted your company, but I'll let you go to sleep."
A. Red - "Thanks. Talk to ya when I talk to ya."
I hang up right....1 minute, 60 freaking seconds later I get this text
"Im just msn u. U need 2b n my bed. I got luv 4 ya."
Really?! He should have watched his set up! That last double shot of bravery and courage cocktail at the bar was not what he needed. It set his goofy arse up for failure. How lame and random? You don't wait til 12 a.m. to call someone you miss clown. I would have a little respect for a out of the closet jackass who would call and be like "Yeah let me hit." Either I'm on it or not. But don't call with that weak "The Mack" routine.
GO TO SLEEP HOE!
So remember folks
Now back to our regularly scheduled program!