storytime @113a #lookuptheme

guys, her name is Nancy.. let me start from the beginning.

before we left to go out tonight, like 11pm, Justin goes, "you sure you want to wear that outfit? you look like a scoundrel." it took a good 10 seconds to not be uncomfortable with the ?, but he convinced me when he concluded, "you're going to a bar, you look like you're ready for bed." perfect. it's just a bar ! we're going to play bball anyway ! hours later, on the way home I answer him for real, lost in my thoughts, "I dress like this because I want to be approachable." "makes sense," he says. &we did make many "friends" (4); even some black folk (with me in a #maga hat). take that libs, color doesn't actually matter ! but, in cute dress, with a cute face, it's just too much for people to let walls down on the spot.

then, I get home &at the top of the stairs is that lady who always uses the bathroom !! concerned &tips, I can't just walk by. I ask my usual bunch o' ?.. what are you doing?! (thinking). are you lonely? (right now, yea mami). where are you going to sleep tonight? (idk). what keeps you down? (...) what is your drug of choice? (h, mami). you hungry? (a little now yeah, she rubs her stomach). me too, I'll bring you leftovers -wait, like 12 min.

so, here I am, reporting for (God) duty /keeping up with the homeless 4ya.. waitin' 4 this chix /pasta /veg to warm up in a skillet.. Nancy even still believes in God ("every day I pray for few bucks &He always provides. I need it.I want it. He knows my habit). my God!