“What up?” “Shit.” I looked at the phone, ‘cause when the fuck did this nigga call for nothing. Usually, I wasn’t able to get a greeting out because he was on me about something that needed to be done. “Mens, you straight?” “Yeah.” Now I was really fucking confused and slightly concerned because it was quiet as shit. “Then why the fuck did you call me?” “Had meatloaf for dinner.” He sounded like he had been personally victimized, and needed some emotional support, but didn’t know who to call.
Aww menz
