The older I get the more I realize that I hate going out. Clubs and lounges are not my thing. Granted if someone I'm close to decides to celebrate their birthday at a club or lounge I make the exception. But as for myself? Not really. I'll do fine with a small bar with some close friends and family.
My mom still hasn't broken her tradition of making it to my birthday celebrations, no matter what. So guess what this means? My mom is still way cooler than yours.
Shout out to my baby sister for the dopest shirt ever. She knows how much I still love Biggie's music so this meant a lot. It's always the small things that count anyway.
I met this fool about 10-11 years ago and as time has progressed so has our friendship. I can honestly say I consider him my brother, someone who gives decent advice. The homie that will make you laugh even if you don't want to. Another birthday celebrated together equals another success.
Shout out to my main squeeze for always being there for me. Through thick and thin. Forever and ever.
Shout out most importantly to all my fake friends out there. It shows me your true colors. Unlike these two, who have been around since second grade. Since 2+2 and holding hands so you won't get lost in school. That's how long I've known some of my friends. They've slowly become family. And you know the saying , Familia is Familia es Familia. Over and out.
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