Sunday, November 29, 2009

Poison, pt. 5


So the bitch had her baby prematurely...and the little mutha fucka looks NOTHING like me. He's two shades darker than me, his eyes are too close together, and his nose is a little bit too big. I don't wanna call the little mutha fucka UGLY, because that would be rude. But he CERTAINLY aint mine!
I called Ronnie


"Damn...why can't you answer the phone like a regular person?"

"My bad Paul...what's up?"

"I  just left the hospital. I saw the little mutha fucka"


"He's a ugly ass child. He aint mine...I know he aint mine."

There was a long pause.

"Yo, you there?"

"Yeah I'm here. So what you gonna do?"

"I don't know...but I gotta go."


My phone rang...ROXANNE.

"The baby needs blood."


"The baby needs blood! I'm too weak. You need to come down here and give some blood to the baby. You are his father!"

I hung up in her face. Was she serious? What does he need blood for? I drove back to the hospital and spoke to the nurse. She said that the baby was in critical condition and needed a blood transfusion, but that I wasn't an eligible donor. She said that our blood types didn't match. This confirmed my suspicions. I wasn't the father. I walked into Roxanne's room.

"BITCH! You lied to me!"

"So. What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing! I'm outta here!"

"No you're not! I know about you and Q! I've known about your faggot ass for years! That's why I met up with you at the party that night. You are going to take care of the baby and me!"

"No the fuck I'm not!"

"Yes you are, or I'll reveal your little secret to the world."

I paused. The bitch had me by the balls...I had a decision to make. I could either sell out and take care of this bitch and her bastard child or risk my reputation. 

"The baby's REAL father is on his way to the hospital. I know you will make the right decision!"

I sat in the waiting room and waited for Roxanne's "baby-daddy" to show up. I contemplated how I would approach this dude. Should I beat his ass? Or should I have a civilized conversation with him. I saw Ronnie approaching me with a paralyzed look on his face. A terrible thought hit me. Was Ronnie the father? Was my best friend the father of this child? I confronted him...

"What the fuck is this?"

"I'm sorry"

It took four people to get me off of him and he ended up with a bruised face and a few cracked ribs. I was betrayed by my best friend...he was like a brother to me. But I learned a valuable lesson...never trust ANYONE, especially a BITCH named Roxanne.


  1. I knew it!! That negroid traitor Ronnie, thinkin' he all slick & shit. And Roxanne is a kuh-ray-zee bitch. I could say so much about that lil tramp....

  2. So....this wasn't the end right? There's more right! You know your blog is like drugs to me! I need more dammit!!