Epilogue

I had a previous post called The Closing Chapter of James...that was suppose to be the end right? NO! Of course, he had to make a come back, like in horror movies, the killer is killed, but doesn't stay dead,thus, leaving room for a sequel, or a trilogy, or a freakin TV series i.e. Freddy Krueger and Jason. But what the hell. I'm at the point, again, that I don't give a fuck anymore. Don't lie because you won't have anything to remember. You'd think most niggas would take this to heart but no! New Orleans is a small ass city, you don't know how deep the next person's connection runs. So all the while he's telling me he misses me and he wants "us to work out", I'm getting information from some random chick that he's been "trying to FUCK her". I know I know, believe none of what you hear half of what you see blah blah blah (did I say that right?), but it wouldn't be the first time someone has told me that James was fucking over me. In fact, I've heard this from a number of people, hence the reason why I decided to take a "break" and then make it permanent. To be honest, I wasn't all that broken up about it. It hurt, but I quickly got over it, why would I stress myself out over some nigga that I barely got along with, someone that constantly disrespected me and caused unnecessary drama. I am way better off without him, I am HAPPIER without him. So when this chick, who shall remain nameless, told me that he was trying to fuck her and what not, it didn't even bother me. What made me angry, was when he came at me about Jerrod.

A case of "HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO".
Does this ass really think I owe him an explanation for my relationship with Jerrod, last I checked, I wasn't obligated to him, and he sure as hell don't look like my daddy. So why the hell does this guy think he has any kind of entitlement? I won't even go into great detail about the "fuck.you.get.the.fuck.out.of.my.life." conversation, but, I'm sure there might even be a sequel to James and his new fuck buddy. I'm expecting him to be childish (because he is) and to make an ass out of himself for me to make fun of (because I will).

In closing, these contacts drive the hell out of me, but I can see again!