Tomb Stone
SHOTS!! SHOTS!! SHOTS!! The house screamed at me. For a person who hates attention, attention was getting fond of me. Up in and bang!! And like that, the seventh quarter glass was empty. These fucking Russians make strong drinks. I was winning at taking shots but losing at this poker game. “Babe, you should now stop this” warned my girl. “Why, I am… hic! I am not drunk” like a rich guy trying to convince his mates he is not rich I objected to Linah. Yes, I am now dating Linah. How did that happen? Well she is beautiful, that’s a fact, the first thing I noticed about her was her rack, and she is what uneducated Kenyan man from the suburbs of Mwiki and Ruiru would call “slay queen” just coz she is light skinned. What is wrong with the Kenyan boy child, lack of education & we bash out the educated, but I don’t think y’all are ready for that conversation. Okay, we are getting of topic now. I took more, I don’t know how many, shots before I passed out on the couch. Did I win a game...