Stoney and his peep having problems. She's ticked he's got no job, nothin' goin' on.....basically, the shit driving me crazy, but knowing I can't say anything-yet.
I fear for him, praying he doesn't turn out like his mother. As of last week he still had $$$, now he asked if I'd cash the check Pedrito enabled him with. In other words, he smoked everything away.
Remember when I urged him to file his taxes, if he had, he'd have $$$. If he didn't smoke-either substance-he'd have approx. $15 daily in the bank. But no, nothing.
Gonna be one skinny kid.
All my life, since the fifth grade, I knew what I wanted to do. Raised by my mother, I always had a plan B. Never wasted everything, always made each day count.
I'm there for him, always will be. I won't take the easy way out like Bitch did. I DO hope he appreciates it, but no, I'm Bad Cop.
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