The big guns

Man, there's some cuss words I just wont say.

Like the ones that take His name in vain. I just wont do it.

But there's some occasions and circumstances that have it right on the tip of my tongue.

Like this whole sorority thing I'm doing. Now there is a level of confidentiality that I feel obligated to uphold, even here. But I will say this, I'm not feeling it at all. To the point where I've opted out of it this morning. Put everyone applicable on notice, I ain't coming back. Y'all can keep that shit.

Only to be talked out of it, yet again.

Now I'll have to explain to my over-protective family how I got duped yet again, and how I'm going to have my scary ass on Hoover and Imperial tonight at an undisclosed time.

People get shot on Hoover.

I've already been shot. Didn't like it that time, don't think I'd like it any more if it were to happen on Hoover. I don't want to go.

But now I'm going. This shit sucks.