New Orleans. Almost a decade ago. My wife, her friend, me, and my friend. Mardi Gras.

We drink on the way there. I got fucked up. I wasn’t driving. We get there and get out the car. We are heading to Bourbon Street. 2 blocks from the car and I shit myself https://twitter.com/bigbodybae/status/1301975592737419264

I refused to go to the car. I went to the closest restroom. I told them I cleaned myself. They said I said I wiped “aggressively “. Along the route to Bourbon St my friend kept calling me smelly ass! I got mad, swung on him. Now we fighting in front of the gay bars

after we fell a couple times people broke us up and we continued down Bourbon St. we try to go into a club and the bouncer said I couldn’t go in. Something with my clothes. Another fight! I stuck him and my friend pulled me away into the crowd

So we finally get in a bar. There was a DJ. I requested a song. He said no. I told him he’s a bitch. He stopped the music and charged at me. Meep meep! Gave him two before security took us out.

After that we’re walking and I get into it with a cop. They put me in the car to take me to jail. My wife pleaded with them not to. They trusted that someone was coming to get us. She lied.

Plus we left our other friends. Her phone died. We are in the hood. I pass out on a porch. She gets someone to use their phone. We get a taxi. We get to the room.

I wake up before everybody like let’s get it!!!!!!!! Turn up!!! They looking at me like mfer are you serious!?! I didn’t remember anything that happened after me Shitting my pants!

We had two days left (including Fat Tuesday). I didn’t drink shit or talk the rest of the trip

My friend since we were 5 & 7 can corroborate this fuckery @Drkushcloud86