“Fine! Fine! I give in. It’s all real…I’m not crazy. This isn’t a dream, it's real. A nigga is not going crazy,” I repeated out loud as I gripped the wheel with both hands, “I am going to be the next Santa Claus. I’m gonna…I’m gonna go around from crib to crib…bring these lil kids their toys and fly off. First nigga from Atlanta, zone 6! East Atlanta, yah feel me?! First nigga to put on the suit! Aight, boom!” I clapped before looking at Charles who stared at me.
Lmaoooo
