If I can remember, I'm going to share a memory about certain songs that I like. I'll start off with the song I'm playing now:
Lauryn Hill ft. D'Angelo- Nothing Even Matters.
My cousin used to live right around the corner from me. I had locked my keys in the house and she let me chill at her crib until my mom came home. I had to be about 20 years old or so. So her phone rings and I answered it (she told me I should) and it was a collect call from jail. The first time I hung up because I wasn't accepting any calls from jail and my cousin wasn't there to approve it. Well dude kept calling (I don't even remember his name) and finally after about the 4th time, I answered. He asked for my cousin and I said she wasn't there but him and I kept talking, about what I don't even know.
From there I encountered my first and last experience fucking with a dude in jail. We exchanged correspondence and costly collect calls, which of course I was promised I would be reimbursed for--I never was. Well during one of our many calls, he told me to listen to the new Lauryn Hill CD track number twelve as this is how he felt about us and when he gets out we'll be some big happy family (me, him and his kids) and my dumb in love with love ass fell for it.
Anyway, fast forward to the day dude gets out of jail. Jail had not been good to him. He was not as buff as the pictures he sent, in fact he was really skinny and kind of sickly looking, a few teeth were missing and he came to see me right after running ball so he smelled terrible. I faked like I had somewhere to be, he asked me for some money in which I replied "I ain't go it", got in my car and never heard from nor tried to contact him again. Collect call money lost, a great song gained.
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