Jacky Jasper: After Hours….

by Jacky Jasper

It’s a weekday night, most of you are asleep. I am up with David, I have him driving me to different clubs. It’s 1:15 in the morning now, the clubs close at 2 am.

I am in the back of the car smoking a spliff. Blunts are too heavy, I need to stay focus (it’s kush for christ sake). I am also drinking a bottle of champagne, out the bottle with a extended straw. The straw you would use for your extra size sodas at Mcdonalds.

I am looking good and feeling good. We arrive at the first club, window is cracked I am peek’in. The parking lot is active, chics are drunk I am going to investigate.

Peep’in through my Dita, sunglasses. I see Jew’s in orange shoes, Nigga’s that look like Seal and Akon got Blondes. Black chic’s with white dude’s and am happy to see it all.

A chiquita introduced herself by complementing me on my swagg.  I am in Brazil next week, I am not tripp’in. She wants to talk I am out (Next spot David.)

My blackberry is going off, it’s Angela. I met her at a strip club last week. She’s sending me pictures.  I am thinking about it but I truly don’t like her.

So i’ll pass.

We at the second spot now, it’s close to the loft so this is good. It’s 1:45 in the morning and it’s cold. Looking at the club-goers attire you wouldn’t think so.

I am talking to DeRay Davis he’s giving me jokes, he’s with his girl. This shit is boring, I am going over to Summer’s house.

Dressed up and no where to go can be a situation in any city. It’s all a part of your climb up the Ladder Of $ucce$$

Jacky 10:12

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