Chapter 1: Never Gonna Get It
It was a regular school night for the bull where I was doing what the hell that I would usually do since I don't the whole "family dinners and game nights" since Malaysia Machiavelli-Stefan, whose is known as my birth mother whom got married to this asshole by the name of Alfredo Stefan last year but the matter of this story is that I just getting stoned and just not giving a fuck about shit that have to do with anything important in life until I got a a gun-shot kind of knock on my room door and guess who it was, my manipulative and doormat of a mother who barley had the time to give a fuck about me or what I've been doing with my life for the past year and a half, since I stopped caring. She came in the room like she was the alpha queen that she thinks is but not and walked up on me like she wanted to pop something and said, "Lyfe Machiavelli, you know damn well that your daddy don't want you smoking that shit and smelling like a bum in here, you should know better than that.” Then, I said with such anger that was inside of my body while I was getting high on my loud and smoked that good ass backwoods, “Look here, Ms. Stefan since I don't ever referred you as my mom at this point of my life anymore. Also, I just know that you became a lost soul ever since you met this clown and don't know on what's effecting to your son and my little brother, Rashad. The last thing that I have to say is this; don't ever claim that man as my dad because he's not"
After I said that to her, she tried to catch a fade with me like I was one of her fu ass friends that usually talk about her on the low but be cool with her in her face but I blocked her swing and kinda pushed her to the side and started to pack my bags with my personal belongs for a overnight stay to my other home.
To Be Continued of the A Happi Thugga That I Once Was: Lyfe Machiavelli Story
It was a regular school night for the bull where I was doing what the hell that I would usually do since I don't the whole "family dinners and game nights" since Malaysia Machiavelli-Stefan, whose is known as my birth mother whom got married to this asshole by the name of Alfredo Stefan last year but the matter of this story is that I just getting stoned and just not giving a fuck about shit that have to do with anything important in life until I got a a gun-shot kind of knock on my room door and guess who it was, my manipulative and doormat of a mother who barley had the time to give a fuck about me or what I've been doing with my life for the past year and a half, since I stopped caring. She came in the room like she was the alpha queen that she thinks is but not and walked up on me like she wanted to pop something and said, "Lyfe Machiavelli, you know damn well that your daddy don't want you smoking that shit and smelling like a bum in here, you should know better than that.” Then, I said with such anger that was inside of my body while I was getting high on my loud and smoked that good ass backwoods, “Look here, Ms. Stefan since I don't ever referred you as my mom at this point of my life anymore. Also, I just know that you became a lost soul ever since you met this clown and don't know on what's effecting to your son and my little brother, Rashad. The last thing that I have to say is this; don't ever claim that man as my dad because he's not"
After I said that to her, she tried to catch a fade with me like I was one of her fu ass friends that usually talk about her on the low but be cool with her in her face but I blocked her swing and kinda pushed her to the side and started to pack my bags with my personal belongs for a overnight stay to my other home.
After I said that to her, she tried to catch a fade with me like I was one of her fu ass friends that usually talk about her on the low but be cool with her in her face but I blocked her swing and kinda pushed her to the side and started to pack my bags with my personal belongs for a overnight stay to my other home.
To Be Continued of the A Happi Thugga That I Once Was: Lyfe Machiavelli Story
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