Remembering my dead homies volume 1: Rest in Peace Ray Charles.
It's time to let my imagination run wild! Straight freestyle writing. Took about 15 minutes to write. No plagiarism, no copying. Nothing other than grabbing the thoughts from my head and write what I come up with.
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My man Ray Charles...... Well his real name wasn't Ray Charles, we just called him that because even though he wasn't blind, he couldn't see for shyt. He refused to wear glasses or contacts and didn't believe in lasik. He also had an extreme dislike towards gays and wasn't afraid to let it be known. He even beat a few up over the years.
One day, we decided to hit up the club on a Saturday night and spit some game to some of the honeys. (My man Ray was a smoooooth operator with the hoes.) He got down on the dance floor that night. Later that night while I'm in the lounge talking to this blonde white bimbo with some excellent breasts, Ray comes from behind me, puts his hand on my shoulder and says "I'm about to get out of here big dawg". I ask "where you going?" He smiles and says "I'm about to get out of here with this honey". I said "oh yeah, where's she at?" He then says "she's already outside waiting". I'm not about to get up while I'm talking to the bimbo, so I said "do your thing, dawg". So I give him some dap and that would be the last dap I would ever give him.
So a few days pass by and have not heard from him. I go to his apartment an no car in the lot. I'm thinking to myself that he must really like this chick if he's not around. Wasn't out of the ordinary since he disappears for long periods of time.
Well a couple more days pass by and while I'm at the house watching some NBA, I get a collect call. I accepted and it turns out to be Ray Charles. He tells me he's locked up and doesn't want to talk about it over the phone and to come see him in person. At this point, I'm thinking "what the f.u.ck?" and drive down there.
He's sitting on the other side of the window looking terrible. I pick up the phone and say "what's going on dawg, I haven't heard from you in about a week, what's going on?" He then said "remember that chick I picked up from the club?" That b.itch wasn't a chick, it was a fu.king ******."
When he told me that, I damn near blacked out. I then asked him "a ******". He then interrupted me and said "I didn't even know it was until I was in the hotel and I was already kind of drunk and it sounded and looked just like a woman". I said "well if it sounded and looked like a woman, how did you find out?"
He told me that when they went to the motel room, it turned off the lights, pulled down his pants and got to sucking. It then told him to lay on the bed while it got on top of him. While it was taking off it's skirt and panties, he suddenly felt a soft piece of skin hit him on his stomach. He asked it "what is that"? It said "it's nothing baby, just relax". he then said "oh HELL NAW, that ain't feel right!" and quickly turned on the lights and saw a huge p.enis on top of him.
He said "YOU GOT A MOTHER F.UK.K.ING P.E.N.IS, B.I.TCH!!!!" and grabbed the ****** and tossed it on the other side of the room as hard as he could and ended up hitting the wall a/c really hard. He said he beat it to death and showed me his fists. They were completely bruised. He said the ****** was begging for it's life to stop but he was hearing none of it. he said someone ended up calling the office about the noise and that's when the cops came. Now Ray Charles was a big dude (6'4, 260) and the ****** was listed as 5'1 125, so I can only imagine how brutal that beating was.
Amazingly, the ****** survived and testified in court and the female judge ended up throwing the book at him. When I saw the ******, I could tell it was a man, but Ray Charles eyes are so bad, he slipped up big time.
I used to talk to him every week for encouragement, but one day, he ended up getting shanked in the prison yard over a box of Newports.......
Rest in Peace, Ray Charles.
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My man Ray Charles...... Well his real name wasn't Ray Charles, we just called him that because even though he wasn't blind, he couldn't see for shyt. He refused to wear glasses or contacts and didn't believe in lasik. He also had an extreme dislike towards gays and wasn't afraid to let it be known. He even beat a few up over the years.
One day, we decided to hit up the club on a Saturday night and spit some game to some of the honeys. (My man Ray was a smoooooth operator with the hoes.) He got down on the dance floor that night. Later that night while I'm in the lounge talking to this blonde white bimbo with some excellent breasts, Ray comes from behind me, puts his hand on my shoulder and says "I'm about to get out of here big dawg". I ask "where you going?" He smiles and says "I'm about to get out of here with this honey". I said "oh yeah, where's she at?" He then says "she's already outside waiting". I'm not about to get up while I'm talking to the bimbo, so I said "do your thing, dawg". So I give him some dap and that would be the last dap I would ever give him.
So a few days pass by and have not heard from him. I go to his apartment an no car in the lot. I'm thinking to myself that he must really like this chick if he's not around. Wasn't out of the ordinary since he disappears for long periods of time.
Well a couple more days pass by and while I'm at the house watching some NBA, I get a collect call. I accepted and it turns out to be Ray Charles. He tells me he's locked up and doesn't want to talk about it over the phone and to come see him in person. At this point, I'm thinking "what the f.u.ck?" and drive down there.
He's sitting on the other side of the window looking terrible. I pick up the phone and say "what's going on dawg, I haven't heard from you in about a week, what's going on?" He then said "remember that chick I picked up from the club?" That b.itch wasn't a chick, it was a fu.king ******."
When he told me that, I damn near blacked out. I then asked him "a ******". He then interrupted me and said "I didn't even know it was until I was in the hotel and I was already kind of drunk and it sounded and looked just like a woman". I said "well if it sounded and looked like a woman, how did you find out?"
He told me that when they went to the motel room, it turned off the lights, pulled down his pants and got to sucking. It then told him to lay on the bed while it got on top of him. While it was taking off it's skirt and panties, he suddenly felt a soft piece of skin hit him on his stomach. He asked it "what is that"? It said "it's nothing baby, just relax". he then said "oh HELL NAW, that ain't feel right!" and quickly turned on the lights and saw a huge p.enis on top of him.
He said "YOU GOT A MOTHER F.UK.K.ING P.E.N.IS, B.I.TCH!!!!" and grabbed the ****** and tossed it on the other side of the room as hard as he could and ended up hitting the wall a/c really hard. He said he beat it to death and showed me his fists. They were completely bruised. He said the ****** was begging for it's life to stop but he was hearing none of it. he said someone ended up calling the office about the noise and that's when the cops came. Now Ray Charles was a big dude (6'4, 260) and the ****** was listed as 5'1 125, so I can only imagine how brutal that beating was.
Amazingly, the ****** survived and testified in court and the female judge ended up throwing the book at him. When I saw the ******, I could tell it was a man, but Ray Charles eyes are so bad, he slipped up big time.
I used to talk to him every week for encouragement, but one day, he ended up getting shanked in the prison yard over a box of Newports.......
Rest in Peace, Ray Charles.
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