i got a test for you

You’re forgiven. Did you get her number?

If I got every single number of girls I thought were attractive, I'd probably have three iPhones at this point for storage. 

Did you have fun on your date with Palmela Handerson?

I never said I went on a date with her, I saw her. She had girlfriend tit's, but wife eyes. 

Only you would describe a girl like that, Devin.

Forgive me for being a hormonal nineteen year old.

….Horny fucker.

Thank you.

You knew?

I knew she killed someone, but she never said who. She got all hotheaded on me about the only reason she did it was because they gun downed her dad, and I just left because she wouldn’t fucking tell me who it was.

Oh so you don’t know anything about your whore London shooting Cece? That has nothing to do with anything. An actual gang? An actual gang doesn’t go around shooting another gang’s member without any reason Devin. So that’s totally irrelevant.

My whore? Funny. An actual gang would of came to save Cecelia, hell I bet you didn’t even fucking know what went down that night. Wanna know what fucking happened? Let me set the god damn story straight. Cecelia is my fucking cousin. She talked shit about the deadbeat bitch I should of called a mother. So, I got fucking pissed, because who the hell wouldn’t? We went out to kill her. I’ll be honest, I was going to do it. She shit talked London, and she London was gonna put a bullet right between her fucking eyes, who saved Cecelia? Me, a fucking Joker instead of a god damn Supreme. I didn’t get it in time, she got shot in the arm. London goes to beat the living shit out of her, and you know who saves Cecelia again? Devin fucking Bradford. I could of left her there in her own fucking pool of blood to die, but I left my whore stranded and went to save Cecelia, I got her on time to save her before she completely bled out. Learn your shit before you come at me, again. So, get the fuck out of my face.

I feel bad about that, look I’m fucking sorry okay? Okay, I’ll stop. What? Why the fuck would I be jealous, really Devin? Really? Why the fuck would I be sorry?

I meant  that all the shit you're talking, your literal ass must be jealous that your mouth is doing his job. The fact that your head is about to be fed to piranhas, because Lane is probably gonna bust a cap in your ass.

I don’t mean to hurt you Devin… I don’t. But reality is I’m in more pain then you can even fathom. I wanna talk to you about it, I do, but you’re so clustered with shit I don’t know if I’m able to even form a proper explanation of anything and tell you. And yeah, you’ll never know what it feels like to have the unbelievable sense of uselessness, the pain of realizing that no one really gives two shits about you, and that you’re only good when you’re helping other people out. You’ll never have that feeling. You’re not heartless, I know your heart is big, the only thing you are is unaware. I… I wanna believe you, I do but I can’t just go off of word of mouth Devin. I can’t. And yet and still if you do care, you’re the only one that would notice if I was gone. Like I said before, I don’t wanna burden you with my shit… just forget I said anything.

You are more than this situation. I'm not clustered with shit. Even if I am, I still have space and time to hear you out, because as much as I like to bottle myself in, it doesn't feel good for shit. You aren't useless, and neither of that bullshit is true. Unless, I'm a nobody. Why do you keep saying you can't go by word of the mouth, Reagan? Are you saying that I'm lying and that I don't give a shit about you? Stop lying. You know, Maria cares, we all do. I'm not going to forget anything. I'm not that type of person. I don't want to forget it. I'm  not going to pressure you into talking to me, because I would probably be pissed if someone did it to me. Just know I'm always here if you need me, alright?

I was fine, until you fucking slapped me. I knew to quit going after her, Devin. I don’t care about your mom, I care about the fact about how pissed you get when she’s even mentioned  Everyone knows, not to talk about your mom and she did. I’m not talking shit about her to you, I was just saying. Nope, never.

You knew to stop going after her? You beat the living shit out of, London. Oh, you do care about how pissed I get when she's even mentioned? So why are you still talking about her? You are still going on about my mom, though. You are saying a whole bunch of shit though, I'm sure your ass is jealous at this point. I'm pretty sure now you regret it. 

O-okay. What’s going on?

Nothing.

Okay well this comedian is going to torture you’re not so buddy, for the rest of her life— because she fucking killed my sister.

That was your sister...?

I want to come home, but I don’t. I think Reagan left and the staff here is kind of suspicious. 

Yeah, no. Stay right where you are.

You’re little buddy, London.

Buddy? Buddy? Buddy? You should be a comedian. 

I didn’t expect you to react like that either, you fucking slapped me Dev. You slapped me so hard my jaw is swollen, well it would have been if I haven’t been icing it. I haven’t and I never will, a gun in my hand just feels right. That’s really the reason why I shot her, she had no right to fucking bring your mom into this. Yeah, I see that now. Blood is blood. All I know is that, I’m not sorry that I shot her I’m just sorry that I beat the fuck outa her afterwards. I don’t know what got into me, I guess I just kinda took out all my anger on her.

Well, maybe if you weren't so fucking hardheaded, you would of understood that when I fucking tackle you, it was for a reason. Why do you fucking care about my mom so much? You're bringing my mom into this right now. Just leave my fucking shit of a mom out of this. She's fucking deadbeat, and that's that. Just saying the fucking word 'mom' makes me want to punch the living shit out of everyone and anything that is near me. You know for you to be saying 'Blood is blood' you seem to be talking a whole bunch of shit about her to me. You never are sorry for shooting people, are you?