Friday night my uncle had a welcome home party for his son (my cousin). Who just came back for good from doing 2 tours in Iraq. Me and 5 homies (Violent, Rotten and Sweet included) pack into Rotten's Avalanche and drive up to Long Beach. We get loaded and drunk on the way up there. We get to my uncle's house. And it is just packed with family. At 2 in the morning most of the guys (about 17 of us) walk to my other uncles house. Which is 2 house down. No lie. 6 strippers! 6! They were all gorgeous. And they were doing more than just stripping. Shiit was awesome. We party to about 8 in the morning. A lot of people went home. But we didn't. We crashed at my uncles. Well mostly everybody crashed. Me, Violent and the homie Frank smoked all night. On Saturday we start drinking and getting loaded watching the Belmont Stakes. By the time the fights rolled around we were all pretty fukked up already. At first I thought it was the drugs, cuz I couldn't believe Williams scored a first round knock out. And than Mora won. I was like this can't be true. But it was. After the fights, we leave my uncles house with the intension of going home. Half way there Violent out of nowhere says he don't feel like going home. So he borrows my phone (again he can't find his) makes some calls and bam he has a spot. 2 black girls (Latisha and Stacey) that he knows want to kick it. He said they have a big house and we can go over there and just party. But Rotten, Darlene and the rest don't want to go. There tired. So they drop me, Violent and Rotten's brother Frank off at there house. We get there and Gerald just straight makes himself at home. He goes straight to the kitchen. Grabs a bottle of Vodka. And takes Stacey straight the bed room. Me and Frank are left with Latisha. So we start drinking with her and we start smoking her out. About an hour later we start banging her. No lie. I'm getting head and Frank is banging her from behind. And than we switched. Around 5 in the morning, I passed out. I had been up for 2 days straight. Around 4 this afternoon I wake up. The homie Frank is sitting there watching TV. I asked him where G is at? He said he's in the shower with Latisha. I said you mean Stacy? He says no. Latisha. He said Stacy was passed out in the room. I could go fukk her if I want. He already had. I was like ok. But went back to sleep instead. An hour later Frank wakes me up. Darlene is outside to take us home. I guess Gerald called her. I stumbled to the car. G is already passed out on the passenger side. We take him home first. Man we had to literately carried that fool in. We left him on his coach and left. Got home and finally showered. It was a great weekend.