I woke and asked my mom to do my hair. As both I,Nemo, my mom and everyone else had noticed, I was basically becoming an amalgam of dreads and knots. Unsexy to the highest degree. She reluctantly agreed and the carnage began, there was so much ripping and tearing and screaming. It was really a wonder that I wasn't bald in the end of it all. After the onslaught was completed, we all decided a fun game of 21 was in order. I started off with five dollars that I borrowed and turned it into 47 dollars . It was a good day.
My mom , me , my bro and sis head out of La Romaine , the ghetto, my home.the place I was most familiar with in all of Trinidad. I love it although alot of things have changed, People that I knew have moved or died and the ones that remain no longer remember the fun we used to have, It is a bitter sweet reunion. But nevertheless, I am home, I think on that and sleep comfortably in the bed that my grandpa died in thinking about ghosts and weddings.
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Today I was feeling good. Woke up and ate some foods that I likes to eat and ruined the English language with my grammarz and the read a bit, after that I chilled and watched a movie and ate disgusting food, It was a great day.
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