Dafuq?!

I know that I'm a cocaine addict, but i know I ain't hallucinating, well I kinda hope I was since today ain't a great day. It started out normally, walking in the streets of L.A, holding my cardboard sign that says ;I ain't gonna bull crap you, if you do me charity, umma use it to get as high as the clouds.

    Not much people gave Moolah to me, but as I head down and alley that  leads to a busy street. There are two people on the alley, but they were lik super close. At first I'm like, yo? Why do that here and not in a bed, I mean the guys basically on him... Him!?

   Nothing against gays but, uh this is weird. So courisoty killed the cocaine addict, I walked up saying," Y0? Y'all good?"

   Nothing but teeth gritting.

But as I get closer I see a red streak flowing from them to both ends of the alley, I stop. I think, he'll nah I ain't dying today. So I walk out and continue my routine.

   Them later, in my motel I'm watching tv, and the people be saying guys be eating each other like chicken. At first, I'm like chicken I want some, but them I think to the guy in the alley, crappp. Some frappe gonna go down. But now, I turn of the light and go to bed, to the noise of screams.