Game Over?? I am Officially Done...

Fuck it man, its a wrap. The game is over and I am officially done. I am retired from pimp'n or whateva you want to call it. Damn it, I refuse to chase the cat. So much so that I recently deleted all the women numbers in my phone book in my cell. And yes it was difficult MANNNNN! So don't ask. I felt like a crack head after deleting chick after chick which translated to hit after hit. I must be crazy or something because I do not even have a shorty or nuff'n lined up. I'm just tired yo. Tired of the bullshit. Papi, I need my hair done. Papi, I need my toes done. Papi, can we go out for drinks. All this for what?? So that the midnight marauder could stick and move. F-it, I am going back to the basics when I just had one shorty and my life was less complicated. Feel me..

Am I crazy for doing this or feeling this way?? Maybe, but I am going this route for personal reasons. Plus, I don't have nothing to prove because I have been there done that. And my man the Fugitive confirmed my belief. See, I originally I thought I was grimmest nigga on the planet but after Saturday night, I realized that the Fugitive has got me beat hands down. Why??? This nigga gives a shorty a fake name, a fake address, and a fictitious job. The only problem is he decides to use her computer, go online and make a purchase of some sort. Brilliant idea right! When he disappears on this shorty for like a week, she gets worried and some how manages to remember he was using her computer and ultimately tracks him down. She knew everything he told her was a lie but he still manages to sleep with this shorty on a regular basis. How?? DC - DICK-CONTROL. Now, she has turned into a stalker and who needs that??

Anyway, Phillylive is done. I am in search of my soulmate. Of course, people who know me or are close to me think that I am going to go back to my ex. To be honest, she is probably my soulmate. I know she was my superwoman. SHIT, she meant the world too me and somedays, I do find myself thinking about her, me and us and what should have or could have been? HMMM.. Then, I wake up. That situation is a done deal.. And even if I saw her today, I don't think we would get back together unless it was marriage, kids and the whole nine yards. DAMMN... I'm starting sound like my cousin Mr. Slish - "Gigolos Get Lonely Too"... Fuck it, I'm going to the Tit- Tee Bar to get me some unconditional love...

I'm out......