Marcus was sitting in his car outside of the club. He was drinking Margaritas. He was waiting for his girl to come out. She' was the term he used to describe his lady love. Even though she was with him, he referred to her with capital letters. He was ready to pounce. He was ready to roll out the red carpet and welcome her home.Even if she did run off, he was prepared. He had a plan. He was ready to go after her and take her back. He was ready to prove to her that they belonged together. That nothing had changed. That they were meant for each other.He was ready to prove that they were going to be together forever.
"What the hell do you think you need me for, Tre?" Marcus asked as he finished his drink and put his car in drive. His gut was churning. He was worried about his girl. He was worried that she might be with another guy. He was worried that things might be different between them now.He was worried that she might be with another guy right now.
"I need you, Kennedy. I need you to help me find her cause I can't do it myself. I'm too busy chasing pussy all over the place to pay attention to where she is. So if you could just help me find her, that'd be great.Please send any information you may have about her whereabouts to: info@marcusgutierrezlawyer.com or call (213) 638 3838. Thank you."
"Pussy? Chasing pussy? Dude, I was with you the whole time. You know my game. I like to play it safe. I like to follow the rules.Plus, we both knew that shit wasn't real anyway so why bother playing by their fucking rules," said Marcus as he pulled onto the main road towards Hollywood. "But whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. She left me. She broke my heart. I might as well be dead because that is what she did. Oh, I get it.
Dead means no more pain so maybe I'll try again. Maybe next time I won't fuck up. Yeah,"Marcus said while driving away from the parking lot and back towards his house. "Maybe next time I won't fuck up."
The front door was unlocked and as soon as it opened, Marcus flew inside. parking lot and back towards his house. "Maybe next time I won't fuck up."
The front door was unlocked and as soon as it opened, Marcus flew inside.