Crackman Adventures

Okay, some years ago I was staying at my grandmother’s house for the weekend because my parents were going out of town to Newark for a friendly visit with their homosexual friends. They usually take me, but I really didn’t want to be around gay guys who conversed openly with others about their sexual habits. It’s just not polite, y’know? Anyway, I’m stayin’ at granny’s house -- And let me tell you: Her house was horrible. It had that old people smell, It had ugly furniture with the plastic on it, the floor model TV in the living room didn’t work, and the little black and white TV on top ONLY worked when my grandmother’s soap operas were on. Since it’s the weekend, that means the little idiot box didn’t work at all. Worst of all was my crackhead uncle, Tryna, who lived there because he couldn’t be trusted. I mean his name is Tryna because he’s always Tryna get over on somebody. My granny only let him stay there until he got his life together
Posted by: Anthony Pacella

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