An example of what sucessessful looks like and what a fucking around looks like…..

This story is complete bullshit. But, the meaning is real talk.

So I’m hanging with my friend Eddie at the coffee shop talking about the boners pills he was thinking of getting.

“Your getting vigara pills. You look so young.”

Holy shit. I turn to see Lisa, a 5’5 shorty the waiter looking at my friend trying not to laugh. I noticed he didn’t have a tray with my coffee.

“Get the fuck to the back and get me my damn coffee with wallnut creamer.”

Lisa rolled her eyes at me but went to the back to get my shit. I turned to Eddie. “Mother fucker your old ass needs to be about your purpose. You 37 bro, damn near 40. We talked about this bro. What’s your goal?”

Eddie was staring at Lisa’s retreating backside and looked at me. “Dogg. You hitten that up?”

My right hand was itching to slap the piss out of him. “Fuck her. What’s the goal?”

Eddie sighed. “To get my readership up on my blog and gain more clients on Fiverr. I know but It’s hard writing everyday and I’m not making anything on Fiverr. It’s not going anywhere. What’s wrong with me trying out some boner pills with my old lady?”

I stared at him. “I told you it would be hard the first year. You got to push past that feelings shit and grind your way to the top. Your an excellent writer. Your funny and can write about a lot of topics. It ain’t about the boner pills your trying to give up on the game.”

Eddie glared at me. “It ain’t no game. I got bills to pay and the shit ain’t paying fast enough for me. It’s a great hobby but-“

“Oh your a blogger.” Lisa said in a condescending nice tone.

Eddie smiled like a fool looking for pussy. “I sure do baby girl. I write about world news and do poetry.”

Lisa gave him a pretty smile she gave everyone. “Ah. Your a poet. That’s so cute. How much does poetry make nowadays?”

Eddie blushed and looked down. “Well I don’t just write poetry. I do work as a manager at a company.”

Lisa nodded. “I see. Well writing is a great little hobby.”

Holy shit. No this bitch didn’t.

“A. Get your ass back to the counter or the back of the store. Either way see your ass out of men conversation.”

Lisa made a face. “I wasn’t being mean I’m just being nice to your friend.”

“Your being a condescending nosy asshole. I told you before not get in men business. Now see your way out of it before you get yourself into some real shit.” I said turning her to the counter and slapping her ass to get her on the way.

She started moving giving a side glare before hurrying away I turned away from her to Eddie who was gawking at me.

“Fuck what she said. You can make serious money writing and you got the talent but you got to grind my dude. You ain’t getting any younger.”

“Holy shit. How the fuck are you smashing that young little thing?”

“Get your mind on the game and off the box. I told you, fuck the hoes and fuck your feelings. It’s about being on your purpose my dude. You always wanted to be a professional writer. It’s your dream. This is the time. You got to work more to achieve your goal.”

Eddie stared at me. “Are you smashing her?”

I stared at him. “I don’t answer stupid questions. She’s number three on my list. My purpose is number one. She can easily be bumped off the list entirely because I ain’t got time for boner pills or feelings or the bullshit. I’m getting the bag. What about you?”

Eddie looked at me and sighed. “Damn it. I got to find clients on fiverr and write more posts today.”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

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