THE HOOD SCHOLAR

My semester is interesting thus far. The prospect of actually wifin' a beautiful woman - a dedicated school teacher. Lookin' at more success, more credentials, more money, more classes, less friends, more associates, more strategic study, more preparation, in the 09.

Christmas with no gifts, arm with no chick, hop with no hip, is my future. I must get control of my primitive desires. These chicks aren't worth my lungs expelling air or my teeth grinding gum. Well, some are, but I'm not in that tax bracket, yet.