Hey there junkies by your mama with some drama. Look, I'mma tell you my roommate story. I was 19 years old, I had my first apartment. I quickly realized I could not afford this apartment by myself. It was the guy at my job. He was looking to move somewhere, so I said, well, let's do it. Let's give it a try. We in the apartment 1 night, he said he needed a haircut. I never cut hair a day in my life but I convinced them that I knew how to do it. And Neil is to say we had to shave his head bowl. That was the whitest scalp I've ever seen in my life. 2 nights later. I'm in the bed, middle of the night. Cops come banging at my door. Now, I did not want to open my door because let's say I'm going. I was going flowers in my closet. And I didn't want the police to see my flowers in my closet. I walked in his room, he in the middle of the floor. Covered up with a sheet. I said well, do you know why? The police is banging at the door? I don't know, I don't know why they at the door. I said, okay. The next morning, my downstairs neighbor. Come up to my apartment. He said, yo roommate was in my bedroom last night. Rubbing on my wife's leg. I said, what? How, you know, it was him, he said, because his head was glowing. I said oh Lord, that was him. I put all his stuff out, he went to jail and I have never seen a talk to him since Thank you, John keys. I'll talk to you later, shy.
