so... last Friday ii had a dream. ii wz with B and we were taking a trip. ii believe we were in Richmond. the memory is slightly foggy. there wz a group of guys standing around somebody had on purple pants.... me and B decided to get on a bus or something, take a tour of the city. it wz a nice quiet time... as we deboarded (is that a word? the red squiggly line says no, but today it is) the same group of guys were standing around. B didnt notice, but ii felt their energy.--bad. ii told B, let's go. as we begin to walk away a fat dude (mini-Rick Ross type nigga in a beater) approached and told us not to go anywhere. The other guys came up behind us. RR seemed to have gun pointed at me under his scraggly-ass shirt. B stopped and ii gave RR the side-eye as ii kept walkin. I heard a gun shot and felt my back go warm. in slow motion ii fell to the ground (how dramatic) and blessed GOD for my life. if dying is anything like that dream, iim good with it.
ii think my pride may have killed me... message?
