what a cute couple :3 hope they go far in life!

STORY TIME: This is a long one so bear with me.....

Back Story: When pops was locked up my mom babysat to keep us clothed and fed. One of the family's she worked for worked for the FBI. They were really nice people but my mom always assumed my dad would make her quit working for them once he got out. We'll, he came out super religious and changed, he ended up befriending the FED Family. They got super close to us to the point we would spend holidays together and my pops would shoot hoops with the husband. One Christmas they decided to give me a German Shepard that allegedly came from the same breeders they got the FED dogs from. I was super amped about having a killing machine.... Turns out this dog was fucking retarded as fuuuuuuuck! Homeboy was named Norman first off. We had him for 3 years and shit was fucking wild, son. He would run up in my neighbors pad if they left their door open, he hopped in my dad's Truck bed and hitched a ride with him halfway to work, he didn't like people covered in blankets so he would drag you out by the feet, he had a gang of cat homies for some reason, he would jump in our Monte Carlo and honk the horn repeatedly at least once a week and the list goes on. My family hated him but he was my homeboy....

THE INCIDENT: My mom was determined to keep us from gang banging (nice try ma) so she used to make me go to school in another city. The bus stop for the local school was right in front of my pad so the homies used to kick it on my porch every morning before we parted ways. Well this morning shit was chaotic. Norman was running a muck terrorizing the neighborhood as usual and mom's was yelling at me to get the fuck to school. I was like nah fuck that I gotta find Norman. He usually came home but that day he was playing tag with a local pit bull up and down the block. I eventually got his attention with a piece of ham. Once he saw I had food he darted across the street.... Out of nowhere a fuckin short bus hit the corner and BAM! Norman went down. It was straight up pandemonium. Bus driver was crying, I was heated, about 15 of the homies gathered around to bandage Norman up and a large crowd was gathering.... well one of my boys whom I won't name was a little on the slow side also. When he saw the handicap kids "smiling" He started pounding on the glass and yelling "stop fucking laughing" He didn't realize they were fucking handicapped. Shit was fucking hysterical, he was running up and down the side of the bus punching windows. My mom had to grab him and calm him down. We did all we could for poor Norman but he died the next day. We legit had a burial service for him on the block. All the adults hated him but the youngins on the block had love for Norman.... still one of the saddest days of my life. R.I.P Homie

TL;DR My handicapped dog got hit by a handicap bus and my handicapped homie went crazy.

Disclaimer: this story is 100% truth I put it on my mom.