I’ve been kicking it in Brooklyn for a few days and I ain’t really did shit. I mean I did kick it with my homeboy last night. He took me to a noodle shop (he’s half Black half Chinese, it was either there or Popeye’s). After that the two of us shot the shit on some park swings. Then I had to catch the train back to Flatbush from Park Slope by myself because he was going in the opposite direction. That was kind of scary because it was about 2 am and I for real almost went the wrong way. But I worked it out, you dig?
So I decided that before he gets off of work tomorrow I’m going to go to a museum out in Manhattan, because I’m cultured like that *pinky up*. Afterwards the two of us will meet up at a market, eat and partake in any activities our little ratchet hearts desire.