she said write about the good times

So... let me recount something good. Should it be reflection of my most memorable times in the hood? I wish I could, maybe I just should... write about the good times. Times that seem to get lost in my dash to the past. I can... I can quickly revisit those spaces that I still have. The ones I somehow hold onto. Let's see, the good times... Ummmmmmm, hell - it's all a muhfuggin mystery. I don't know whats so good about the "good times". I mean... I'm grateful for a lotta shyt. But ummmmm, what may be seen as good are the times of transition.... Like, like when I was sleepin on the floor in my brothers kitchen. Yeah, I was like... ummmmm, like 10. Well, when we left that muhfugga, it was good! Or.... ummmmm, when we stopped sleepin from hotel to hotel. Yeah, we gotta a one-bedroom apt. Me, my lil bro, my moms and my pops... crammed in that muhfugga... Hell, when my ass went off to college and finally had my own room (shared wit a roomie)... I no longer had to sleep on the living room floor. Hmmmmm, that was a good time. Mannnnnnnn..... not to add a hint of scarcasm, but these are my good times. Well, I'm off to bed now.

I'm out