ITLR: Declarations of WarPosted: July 31, 2013 | |
i’m sure you guys recall my schooling you on the fine art of buying a buddy a present . well, i should have pointed out that when you tool on a pal, you should should expect retaliation (especially when he has a key to your house) once you’ve launced your first volley. i most certainly expected my friend to come back at me.
there are some rules to said warfare. which boils down to one simple rule. as the mafia credo dictates, “no women, no children.”
as i sat dining with my sister, mom, and niece on a tasty jerk rub mahi sammich; i recieved a text. i ignored it and continued enjoying my last dinner with the family as i would be heading back to lovely jax the next morning. we dined, shared laughs, sampled each other’s dining choice, and passed a grand ole’ time.
as i sat in the back seat of my sister’s car with my niece, i checked my phone and noticed i had a text frmo my buddy that was house sitting and watching my son. “aaaw. look at yer new girlfriend.”
dead. fucking dead. no women. no children. the streets will flow with the blood of my Son’s defiler.