Page 127 of Bona Fide

I did what I did, and I have to man up and accept it for what it is.

Wade was a lying fuck, I went against my own judgment, and it almost killed Mama.

End. Of. Story.

The End.

Pulling out my joint from earlier, I find my lighter and blaze it up. I don’t care about the smell, Mama won’t be here to bitch at me about it. I’m fucking saging my house of flashbacks and feelings to feel some sort of relief in my own space.

It’s time to move on.

It’s time to let my balls drop.

It’s time to become who I was always supposed to be.

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