so i thought i had court today. sucks when you think you have court when you don't- but i have court, next tuesday. in Alhambra, the shittiest part of LA, not even part of LA and not even East LA, Alhambra is just full of assholes, that are in denial about even being in LA county. so i though i had court there today. on my way there i see a chick walking to the court, with pants that looked painted on. i take a mental note to investigate further. so i park, and get into the line to get into the courthouse. and she steps up behind me. i think she looks like an old flame of mine (who i'll talk about later) so. i'm checking her out in the reflection of the courthouse, an acceptable ol' ass as they say, and her boobs weren't bad neither. she didnt have much of a chin but she countered that by wearing way too much makeup. though her hair, ah her hair. was like she had her little sister help make those chunky bleach spots, but she ended up looking like a tiger with mange. not very flattering. but she started talking to me,
"sure are a lot of people that have court today" she said. i made an affirming grunt. "i'm here for my boyfriend, he's got two cases today, and he's in custody right now, its been a hear and a half and we're only in preliminary stage" so i feel the obligation to ask whatever did he do, she shrugged and smiled and asked me what i was there for. i roll my eyes and tilted my head as i said, with a bit of a chuckle "manslaughter" as if to say "you know that silly little thing" my claiming to be hardcore, as i thought, did not hinder her. infact it excited her. at this time we got to the machine where they pretend to look through your stuff. i was wearing some new cargo pants, because i like cargos. the sheriff's deputy or whoever he was said to my newfound tail "make sure you empty your pockets" she said she didnt have any, then she put her finger into one of my cargo pockets and with that she said "but he's got more than enough" i walk through the archway...
so i thought i had court today. sucks when you think you have court when you don't- but i have court, next tuesday. in Alhambra, the shittiest part of LA, not even part of LA and not even East LA, Alhambra is just full of assholes, that are in denial about even being in LA county. so i though i had court there today. on my way there i see a chick walking to the court, with pants that looked painted on. i take a mental note to investigate further. so i park, and get into the line to get into the courthouse. and she steps up behind me. i think she looks like an old flame of mine (who i'll talk about later) so. i'm checking her out in the reflection of the courthouse, an acceptable ol' ass as they say, and her boobs weren't bad neither. she didnt have much of a chin but she countered that by wearing way too much makeup. though her hair, ah her hair. was like she had her little sister help make those chunky bleach spots, but she ended up looking like a tiger with mange. not very flattering. but she started talking to me,
"sure are a lot of people that have court today" she said. i made an affirming grunt. "i'm here for my boyfriend, he's got two cases today, and he's in custody right now, its been a hear and a half and we're only in preliminary stage" so i feel the obligation to ask whatever did he do, she shrugged and smiled and asked me what i was there for. i roll my eyes and tilted my head as i said, with a bit of a chuckle "manslaughter" as if to say "you know that silly little thing" my claiming to be hardcore, as i thought, did not hinder her. infact it excited her. at this time we got to the machine where they pretend to look through your stuff. i was wearing some new cargo pants, because i like cargos. the sheriff's deputy or whoever he was said to my newfound tail "make sure you empty your pockets" she said she didnt have any, then she put her finger into one of my cargo pockets and with that she said "but he's got more than enough" i walk through the archway that goes off withevery third person, and i was fortunate enough to be #3- i inform the woman with the truncheon that in the heels of my shoes, there is a bit of steel. for support. at this time, in her mind, my future girlfriend, was walking infront of me, and i couldnt help, but watch her ass as she walked. none too impressive, and i discovered what looked to be pimples on her back and her bum. more than the acceptable level of backne. so she got on an elevator, and i got on a different one. i get to the 4th floor, and there she is "Oh you have court here too?" she said. i asked her where the docket was, she did not know what i was talking about, so i explained to her, and then simplified my further explaination. she still looked at me blank faced. i told her i needed to find it, and she said she would wiat there for me. so i ran off and found that i infact did not have court today.
so who this chick reminded me of. i went to high school with a girl who i will not name. lets just call her Renee (to be continued)
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"sure are a lot of people that have court today" she said. i made an affirming grunt. "i'm here for my boyfriend, he's got two cases today, and he's in custody right now, its been a hear and a half and we're only in preliminary stage" so i feel the obligation to ask whatever did he do, she shrugged and smiled and asked me what i was there for. i roll my eyes and tilted my head as i said, with a bit of a chuckle "manslaughter" as if to say "you know that silly little thing" my claiming to be hardcore, as i thought, did not hinder her. infact it excited her. at this time we got to the machine where they pretend to look through your stuff. i was wearing some new cargo pants, because i like cargos. the sheriff's deputy or whoever he was said to my newfound tail "make sure you empty your pockets" she said she didnt have any, then she put her finger into one of my cargo pockets and with that she said "but he's got more than enough" i walk through the archway...