This is Tommie - Playa Playa

Well the summer came and I was already set with school and senior year was basically a cakewalk I had already met all my requirements for graduation except my last year of English so I was just at school for fun. Well during the summer she wanted to try to convince me to go to Dartmouth with her. The more she talked about it the more I didn't want to hear that shit. I was like you could have it and it was in cold weather city too? Fuck that.

During that summer I started messing around with some of the girls that worked at Kroger with me nothing serious but it was just to do it. The thing about it was I could do it. I was truly amazed that more than one girl could like me at one time. I realized if I could wrap some broad up in a story that I pulled out of the air they ate it up. So I started becoming more of a storyteller. They tell me that my Granddaddy Freddie was a storyteller and he’d sell a freezer to an Eskimo. I guess I was the guy that came back around and sold them ice cube trays by the gross.

J and I hooked up with this other cat named B AKA Capt. Curfew this kid was cool as hell and he went to Riverdale and he had a lot of girls but this kid had to be home at 11:30 on the dot. He would get you in the all the cool parties but we had to leave at 10:30 if we were with him. By the mid summer time I had broken the will of my parents and I could stay out till midnight but to get to the parties you had to ride with Bobby. Plus my folks would let me ride with Bobby because they knew I'd be home at 11:00 every time we went out. I think they were secretly paying him off. Between hanging with B's friends at Riverdale and J’s friends who went to Bannaker I was getting known. This was a feeling I never had known before I liked it. I still wasn't cool but I realized that I could be if I worked at it. Daria didn't like what I was turning into because I was hanging with people that she didn't like because they were "cool".

Well we made it to senior year and I was wild I had little freshman and sophomore girls that had crushes on me I was eating it up. I still was in a relationship and no one at my school knew I was messing around off. I'd had seen too many relationships fuck off in school by people messing with girls in at school. Girls at my school were persona non grata. I mean there was this one girl I liked named in my class but I never had the stones to talk to her or to break up with Daria. As much as a killjoy as she was becoming she was still my best source of booty on top of that I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I knew how that felt,

Well that didn't last long.

There was some dance that we were supposed to go to and her Mom dropped her off and I was supposed to go and take her home. Well Bobby knew of a party on the other side of town that was going to be the shit. Well Bobby never came short when it came to the ladies so I figured that I'd go there for an hour and then go to the dance. I would have been late but I still would have been cool. Well we get to Bobby's party and these chicks were fucking awesome they were sexy/slutty as hell I would suspect that 87% of those girls had career plans that involved a pole. The other 13% were heading straight to porn. Well you how time goes when you are having fun. So we Capt. Curfew has to go home and then I realize that I have left Daria at the dance all night. Whoops. Well I rush over to the school where the dance was and the school was pitch black. The dance had been over. I get home and my folks just looked at me so disappointed they weren't mad because I got home before curfew but, they couldn't believe that I would have done Daria like that. It was a shitty thing to do. I knew that then so I called her and you could tell she had been crying so she tells me she doesn't want to talk and hangs up the phone. Now I've done it. So I go to school the next day and it's like the walk of shame. Daria didn't want to talk me and on top of that EVERYONE was there so EVERYONE knew I stood her up. I mean she knew I wasn't at work. My folks didn't know exactly where I was. No one knew where I was and I couldn't say I went to a JR. stripper party. So I told her I was hanging with my boys. Well that didn't go over too well.

She calls me at home that evening at home and tells me she is breaking up with me. I start pleading my case and she wasn't hearing it. She hung up on me and I felt so low I remember being at the dinner table and choking up. I asked if I could be excused from the table so I could grieve in peace and my Dad said you are excused and on my way out I could hear my folks laughing at me.

Oh the shame.