My Hommies

I have a long time I havent written anything and it’s because I’ve been a bit busy and I have nothing really good to talk about. I believe that if I can’t say ‘nothing nice, then I won’t say ‘nothing. Yes, today I have the ghetto slangs. Anyways… I decided to talk about my “hommies” , my friends, the ones I consider friends, my boys from back home. Growing up my friends have always been older than me by at least 2 years. Which means I learned about everything before the kids in my classes, you learn from people with experience, usually people older than you. I first want to give a shout out to my main man (G.) who is really far away right now, but he will always be my friend because we’re the best at what we do (shhh secrets). Then there’s the guys from school, my party boys, who I went to parties with, who I chilled out with, giving me bad advices most of the times, but were always there for anything else.

Those are mostly my “social” friends, then we have my “other party” boys who loved to hang out, all we needed was the bottle (thanks for teaching) and the dominos; because thats how we do it. Hanged out with them almost every other weekend, most of them were about 3 or 4 years older than me so that ment double trouble, double partying. I also have to mention my latest buddies, the ones I started hanging out with during senior years; these guys are always ready to party and are always looking for one. And if there is no party that night then it means go chill with the girls, the “bad” girls.

So this goes dedicated to all my friends, the ones who were, the future ones, and the ones that will never die in my memory because they are my hommies.

I love you guys, and thats being real with you. True friends, never lie.

Yasser

PS: The girls, my girls will also have a post soon.

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