@sakinnuso again...
OUCH! I cringed when I read that.
OUCH! I cringed when I read that.
i grew up in a rough neighborhood in NOLA, and i always brag about being able to handle myself ANYWHERE in this country.
i did so when i lived in new jersey... hanging in & around camden, nj was no big deal; the same was true with north philly. no problem.
but when i moved to texas, one night, i was at a gas station and a little old lady walked-up asking for assistance with her car. i'm under the hood checking a few things out and the next thing you know, i've got a gun on my dome and a nicca is robbing me blind.
he took my earrings, wallet, chain, everything. when i looked around to see if the little old lady was OK, i noticed she was already in the car waiting for the nicca to finish robbing me.
they got away with about $500 in jewelry and about $400 in cash, but i was able to cancel all my credit cards immediately.
i got jacked for the 1st time; the shit made me feel bad. i hope the crack they smoked choked them out and popped their fucking eyeballs out their skull.
Story #3: The Threesome.
btw this is one of the best threads ive ever read in my 6 years on bgol
black men usually dont open up like this
Id tell my story but no one would ever believe it
hell half of these fools dont believe i was a great qb in the the late 80's- early 90's
thank you brothers for this thread... Please no Colin Powell this is from the heart
just something i gotta get off my chest... better here anonymously because im close to spazzing out
im from the street, never had a real job, barely went to school but made and blew alot of money really young, but was smart enough to try to transition out and started fukking with the ent industry
the problem is i did alot of foul stuff in the street, ruining lives time and time again and i feel like my soul is cursed because of it, now no matter how much good i do (and i do alot) something bad always happens to me. some people made choices, i literally had no choice, i was put out at 15 and had to find my way
every time i trust a "square" i get fukked over and have to resort to street tactics to even things out, its like people only respect pressure never humility. being that im well dressed/spoken/handsome and had my own money, it was really easy for me to get into top flight circles (friends are wealthy/celebrity). some people tell me they wished they lived my life...but....i know most just want me around to have that "street friend" and protection....but thats another story
now to the problem, i dont know where to go from here. im still young (under 25, no kids), live a dream life socially, but i have no stability. College is out of the option because i have alot of expenses and i take care of my immediate family, though i always wish i was able to experience campus life. I come from a really poor family, i was the first one to get on an airplane, move out the projects, go overseas etc. My siblings, parents and gf depend on me heavily, and i know for a fact that they will suffer without me providing. My mom cant work, my brothers followed me to the street (something ill forever regret) and my girl has a degree but is having trouble finding a job. I always ask my friends to plug me in with opps, but it seems with rich people its a hurry up and wait game or they dont take me seriously (or they are more comfortable with me as their "street homie").
I honestly dont know what to do with my life from here. I'm always paranoid someone will kill me when i drop my guard (and there have been close calls) or i wil catch a case that i cant beat. Everyone thinks i have it all figured out and when i ask for advice most just brush me.. its honestly making my life hell. I stopped hustling, didnt tell no one, and now money is getting low. Even though this was the only form of income i felt maybe this was the reason better things wasnt happening to me... I'm at a crossroads, i know pretty soon ill be out of money and that brings out desperation... do i just move on faith and pray something better happens or do i go back to what i know? some of u may laugh or judge but this is the most confusing time of my life and i dont wanna look back thinking bout what i could have been.
my father was a ball player who went pro, fukked up because the drug game went to prison and now he's 50+ and jumping from house to house... i dont want that to be me. god gave me so many talents and i feel like im gonna waste them and there is nothing i can do about it... man that shit makes me cry sometimes and im FAR from a soft nigga
For all u brother's with great mothers, happy mother's day and kiss her and tell her u love her. its something many take for granted
thank you brothers for this thread... Please no Colin Powell this is from the heart
just something i gotta get off my chest... better here anonymously because im close to spazzing out
im from the street, never had a real job, barely went to school but made and blew alot of money really young, but was smart enough to try to transition out and started fukking with the ent industry
the problem is i did alot of foul stuff in the street, ruining lives time and time again and i feel like my soul is cursed because of it, now no matter how much good i do (and i do alot) something bad always happens to me. some people made choices, i literally had no choice, i was put out at 15 and had to find my way
every time i trust a "square" i get fukked over and have to resort to street tactics to even things out, its like people only respect pressure never humility. being that im well dressed/spoken/handsome and had my own money, it was really easy for me to get into top flight circles (friends are wealthy/celebrity). some people tell me they wished they lived my life...but....i know most just want me around to have that "street friend" and protection....but thats another story
now to the problem, i dont know where to go from here. im still young (under 25, no kids), live a dream life socially, but i have no stability. College is out of the option because i have alot of expenses and i take care of my immediate family, though i always wish i was able to experience campus life. I come from a really poor family, i was the first one to get on an airplane, move out the projects, go overseas etc. My siblings, parents and gf depend on me heavily, and i know for a fact that they will suffer without me providing. My mom cant work, my brothers followed me to the street (something ill forever regret) and my girl has a degree but is having trouble finding a job. I always ask my friends to plug me in with opps, but it seems with rich people its a hurry up and wait game or they dont take me seriously (or they are more comfortable with me as their "street homie").
I honestly dont know what to do with my life from here. I'm always paranoid someone will kill me when i drop my guard (and there have been close calls) or i wil catch a case that i cant beat. Everyone thinks i have it all figured out and when i ask for advice most just brush me.. its honestly making my life hell. I stopped hustling, didnt tell no one, and now money is getting low. Even though this was the only form of income i felt maybe this was the reason better things wasnt happening to me... I'm at a crossroads, i know pretty soon ill be out of money and that brings out desperation... do i just move on faith and pray something better happens or do i go back to what i know? some of u may laugh or judge but this is the most confusing time of my life and i dont wanna look back thinking bout what i could have been.
my father was a ball player who went pro, fukked up because the drug game went to prison and now he's 50+ and jumping from house to house... i dont want that to be me. god gave me so many talents and i feel like im gonna waste them and there is nothing i can do about it... man that shit makes me cry sometimes and im FAR from a soft nigga
For all u brother's with great mothers, happy mother's day and kiss her and tell her u love her. its something many take for granted
Warren Moon is that you?......
^^^ THOUGHT THE SAME THING!!!
Then I was like "maybe its Andre Ware?! No, no, Rodney Peete?! Or Major Applewhite?!?"
She was looking old as hell too but the thing was she had some pretty nipples.
I stayed at the club for about an hour I left early and got back to the room. She was sleep in my bed so I got in the bed too and banged her well I went to sleep and my roommate came in from the club to find us but ass naked. That nigga was sick about it.
Okay this the last one, I was fucking this bitch and she started giving me head. She was like don't come in my mouth so I was like okay but you know I was thinking .fuck that shit. anyway I busted all n her mouth and I was like my bad. she just smiled and climbed on top of me real slow like everything was cool and that bitch spit that shit all in my face. I was so heated that I couldn't do shit but laugh that shit off. Now thats some shit I ain't never told nobody.
You starting to sound like Bigirl with a massive delusion of grander
well...
Day 1
I had real deep convo with a female I met while I was in undergrad, she was almost complete with her Ph.D, nice cool chick, body of a goddess.....beautiful face and skin was perfect....
Day 2
She invited me over her apt, she cooked dinner we chilled more checked out some movies... talked. Late into the night I wake up and go back to my dorm....Feeling all good..Hell I got me a dyme peice
Day 3
She calls me to meet her on campus, we meet up and the convo is weird.....She is talking about things that I could not connect the dots too at the moment...T tell her I have to get to class and I will call her and we will talk more..we hugged and kissed and I bounce
1 pm I call her, left a message...1:30pm call again....1:45pm call again...call again and told her I had practice and I will see her after practice... During football practice the campus Police and the City Police comes out to the field and asks for me...I got over and they ask me what is my cell number and did I call a certain female at these times...I told them yes-and the first thing I thought she did was tell them I was stalking her....To my surprise they told me she committed suicide at 1pm and she had written me a letter right before she pulled the trigger and they wanted me to read it.....
It fucked me up for a long time, I never will read the letter...
22 years ago my 24 year old sister had a baby girl.
i was a teenager, my sister worked LONG hours, and it fell on me to babysit, feed, wash, clean, cloth, and generally keep my niece alive.
as my niece grew our entire family pitched in to make sure she was guided well, mentored, tutored, and had all the chances to succeed in life.
she began fucking up about 6 years ago, but we all banded together to help her to rise.
a few days ago i opened a stolegrown thread by The Magnificent Butcher.
there my niece was with a mouth full of dick.
LOL...i KNEW one day i would see it, i was just wondering when.
yeah i'm a little fucked up over it, (she just left here btw) but she's still my niece.
hopefully i've scared her enough to keep her from doing any porn.
anyone else care to confess?
>>>here's<<< some porn if you need it.
oh god
when faggots hate
carry on queers