GOONville

So I want to tell about my eventful day yesterday. After hearing my story, Stephanie felt I should blog about it..so I will.
Well, there's this guy. I wouldn't say he's a "bruh bruh"..but Stephanie disagrees. After hearing my story aloud though, I might have to disagree as well.
So..I got to the dude's grandmas house (where he stays)..Goon alert number one ---> there's a pitbull outside in a cage. So I go in, and the boy is gettin dressed and asks if I want to ride with him. (idk where we are going) but I say "sure."
Goon alert number two...

<----- this is wat we ride in. Not complaining tho, because I like nice ass cars.
Music so loud it's ringing my ear drums and I can feel the bass in my chest.

Goon alert number three ---> Where do we go?? We go to one of these.


yes. a pawn shop. a fucking pawn shop. To sell what??...one of these.

SMFH.

And of course we failed trying to sell it. We went to like 3 different pawn shops and nobody wanted his GRANDMOTHERS guitar. So, we went back to his place, I gave him a goodbye hug, and I left. The end.