I don't know how you can go from missing for 2 and a half weeks and then just turn up later. Who takes A WALK from Miami to Tampa for 2 fucking weeks? No one just causally walks over 200 miles for damn near 5 hours. I know my fat ass can't do that shit.

But since Miles's hot Cheeto Head ass won't get him, I will. I been high key worried about and I'm starting to think Kim's theory isn't as far fetched as I thought. But the objective right now is to get him before he gets hurt or worse. It's been 2 hours since I left.

I swear to god man, when I get my life together imma be famous as fuck. Actually no, not famous. Imma get married..yeah. Yeah, imma get married. I'm gon have 2 dogs and I'm finna marry someone with a lot of money and a big dick. I wanna be able to suck the same dick forever and never be tired of doing that. You know?

Fuck, all the bitches and niggas that got that privilege lucky as fuck nigga. Must be nice. Must be fucking nice. You know I just want to find someone near me, like I don't want to move out of Miami just to find my true love. I want to find them under my nose, you know?

Who the fuck as I kidding, what are the odds I'll find my husband near me all along? It's slim, huh? I'm probably gonna give up on dick and just marry a woman, so I can have little Jahseh's running around and shit.

When I marry Barbara, she gonna be slim thick. THEN when we have our first kid, that nigga gonna be named Jahseh, AND THEN when it's a girl, that fetus gonna be named Jahseh. Because my name isn't discriminatory, it can be unisex. I'm gonna have this bitch Barbara pop our babies like she a machine gun, you know what I'm sayin. Gratata. Gratata. Gratat-

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I know I said in the past that I DON'T have a crush on Stokeley, but... actually I don't have a crush on him. I just..it's just..lust? No no. No. No. No. It can't be.

Stokeley is straight as hell, why do I think I have some type of chance with him? Get out your feelings, Jah. He just wants to be friends, I can't do my little voodoo gay magic shit on him.

There is no such thing as cold. Like..cold is just heat that's not there. There's no "cold" there's just heat but when heats not there it's said, "cold." So when you ever heat up your room and someone comes in and leaves and leaves the door open, don't say "You're letting the cold air in!" Because there's no such thing as "cold air." If you know what I mean. Instead say, "You're letting the hot air out!" ... where did I learn this information?

Yo, a belly button is just a scar. Like...it's my reverse butthole. Y'all know if you stick your finger in your belly button then you get this tingly sensation in your groin.

I know you trying it right now.

Why are people depressed? Just be happy. Why are people anorexic? Just eat. Why are people dead? Just live, the fuck. Why are people crippled? Just walk. Okay that's fucked up..but for real though, why are people straight? Just be gay. You heterosexual freak.

You've arrived at your destination

Fuck me. 4 hours? I better get some type of reward for this shit.

I parked and pulled out my phone to text Jahseh.

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No response

Still no response

I got out the car and saw that the sun had started to set and it was getting dark. Jahseh is still not answering. His phone might of died? He got swept by someone? I could probably just drive around and look for him.

A light skin, 5'6 ish guy with an elephant tattooed on his neck, hard to miss, and blue dreads. Don't know what the fuck he was wearing, he usually don't have a shirt on.

I turned to get back in the car and that's when I felt firm hands grab on to my shoulders and jump on my back. I started flailing around and yelling for whoever was trying to kidnap me to stop.

"Calm down, calm down." I heard. It was Jahseh's voice. I wanted to exploded because this guy almost gave me a heart attack.

He started laughing and got off my back.

"You sounded like you doing your mating call or something." He said laughing. I turned around and looked at him. He was wearing the same thing as I last saw him. His face was healed except from some small bruising on his arm and a red mark on his cheek. I know this nigga didn't walk over here. Something happened and he's not letting anyone know. But for right now, I'm relieved to see him.

I just so happened to see a familiar car and man wearing a durag. I thought I was gonna she wandering around Tampa forever.

He pulled me in for a hug. I didn't expect him to do that, I was waiting for a lecture or him to get angry at me. Instead he gave me a hug, a rather tight one. He smelled so fucking good.

He pulled away not saying anything and just examining my face for a little bit. Then I felt him flick my forehead, "Ow!" I said rubbing the spot he inflicted.

"That's for making me drive over here." He said walking over to the car. I followed to the passengers side. "Well I'm sorry I like my exercise and decided to take a walk to Tampa." I lied. "For 2 and a half weeks?" He says him and I getting into the car and pulling off out of the city of Tampa.

The first half hour of the drive was us talking about how I didn't lose my job yet. I honestly don't know how I haven't lost my job yet, my hours are so low. He told me how he has gotten a new job in the week I was gone and he's met cool people and that his boss is a good guy.

"There is one thing I don't like though.." He states. "What is it?" I ask.

"I'm working with my ex, Valerie." Oh! Ex drama, great. You too?

"I was talking to one of my coworkers about how it must suck to work with exes and she comes in.." He says exaggerating 'she'.

"What happened?" I asked curious. "She..she just cheated. And was also just too mug for me." He says still looking at the road. "Fuck, traffic." He says. I look ahead and see that traffic looks backed up for a long ways, meaning we won't get back to Miami for a while. Stokeley sighs putting his head down on the wheel. He gets and looks at me,

"Well..what you wanna do?" He asks.