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Well, someone is mad as fuck at me. I say I don't care, but I do. It's human to care.

It's like this... Not to really out a title on anyone, but I know the quality of women I use to dealing with. It's not much or that great, it's a standard that I hold myself to. A women who is heavenly into heavy drugs like Meth..naw, I pass. I don't care how good her body is. Yeah she may be working but she's working to get high. And I've been there and done that.

When I was in NYC, my friend here tells me he is missing with some fine ass White women. I get here and they are for REAL scary as fuck. Again I pass.

So last night he sees me talking to a woman in the parking lot, standing by her car. He walks up and starts talking like she is some kind of Meth Head. I had to pull him to the side and tell him to slow down and he walks away. The woman asks me is he HIV positive or something. My friend looks that bad. The woman and I talk about 10 more minutes, made plans for the day on Saturday.

I go find my friend and read him the riot act...without cursing mind you. But he doesn't get it. See he is so far into the drug he's doing that...he can't see what it's doing to him and how he's acting to normal decent people. But that's on him, not me.