Remember that back to the future movie..the one when old biff goes back to the 50s and slips young biff the score book for the next fifty years thus making biff super rich and extra scumy?
If you went back in time and looked yourself in the face….what would you say?
Would you v8 bop yourself in the head?
If I were looking at my 16 year old self I certainly would.
I’d also want my 16 year old self to hear this. I know the 16 year old me wouldn’t listen to any of this…ever.
I knew it all when I was 16 for fucks sake.
Maybe I wouldn’t listen…but hopefully somewhere…a 16 year old might read this and hopefully the story echos in her mind.
I don’t care if she never ever admits that this might sound a bit too much like herself and that it makes sense to her..hit a nerve inside her soul…just so long as it does hit that nerve that saves her from herself.
…….Look atchu miss thang all bad ass rocking those dickies like you’re fresh outta Compton……
Youre not from compton, stop it.
You and your gangsta friends running shit like you own it. You’re runnin with the badest of the bad, the craziest mo fo’s out there. not your of your friends hadn’t been locked up. Not one of them doesn’t claim a set. Yeah you’re friends are bad girlie…you bad.
You were just arrested your second week into high school. Way to go champ. Keep this shit up and you’re find yourself in over your head. This crew of newbies your running with are a whole new kinda bad. Don’t act like you didn’t see the guns and cocaine under their couch cushions when you were lookin for your lighter.
Get out now…there is a difference between a gangsta and a thug. These boys are thugs…straight up menace to society kinda crazy.
Just walk away girl just walk away.
You’re driving your mother crazy with this nonsense. You’re being a reckless lil fuck and lemme tell ya..15 years later…2 of these boys are dead, one of your favorite chickas..the one you’ve been drinking with at those teen nights at the Branch…the one who just left to Cali to visit her cousins…she’s coming back from Cali in a body bag…. 4 others serving life. These hands of these boys shoulda been hands to shake and move on. The chicka was good shit, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time…she was reckless…just like you but so far you’re still alive. Get out while you can. These boys may be the badest but they’re also the worst your going to meet.
Shake these hands. Don’t hold them.
In a few months you’ll see their true colors come out in a fight between then and your long time boys..the ones that always looked out for you. A fight so nasty that you’re all going to be banned from the local bowling alley for life. You’re going to have to pick a side…stick with the boys who are looking out for you…not the ones with the badest rap sheet.
Your friends are the most important ppl in your life right now. Choose them wisely if you want them…pay attention to who’s hand your holding…should you be holding it or should you be shaking it as you pass by?
Loyalty is wasted when misplaced.
Don’t do that. It’s annoying.
Your skipping school is quite impressive. Too bad you can’t letter in tardy cause girl you got that shit down. Knock it off. Show some respect, be on time or be gone. Oh and don’t forge your dads name on an excuse note…when you’re dad hasn’t been invovled in your acedemic career ever, the schools gonna question why he’s suddenly pulling you outta school for three days. Just keep forgein mommas..you’re on a roll there! Or you could actually attend classes…just an idea. There’s plenty of time to hang out with your friends and smoke pot after school. Perhaps if you stopped skipping school you wouldn’t be grounded so much and then you could play ghetto fab after school. Just saying.
Also-your mother knows that you’re smoking and she so does not believe those were aprils smokes in your pocket. Own up lady.
