wrote this out in 2020, thought I published it, guess not. since I’m always typing what I’m listening to, currently playing Ain’t My Fault by Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel Ft. 42 Dugg. Okay ttyl, enjoy. oh yeah SMDFTB FTOS.
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it’s the summer of 2000 we are at the Tijuana International Airport. Standing at an astonishing 5 foot 2 inches, my hair home bleach and spiky hair style being held by an unhealthy amount of clear ice hair gel. I’m wearing my Nike Emmitt Smith Jersey bc clearly I’m American as fuck, Lee pipes on my legs and some forgettable pair of sneakers. We’re headed to Zacatecas to visit my eldest sister who was seen forced to acquire her higher education out of the country bc of bitch ass Pete Wilson and prop 187. Fuck Pete Wilson and his family and his dead homies. She’s studying some shit that I could care less about bc I’m thirteen and only care about rap and football. We board the plane and I pop in my bootlegged version of the Slim Shady LP into my Aiwa CD player and we take off. My sister is graduating in a few days, for whatever reason wether it was a bonding attempt or she wanted to show me a proper university, she brings me along to her school. Given I hated it, I was tagging along talking to 20sum year olds about more shit I don’t care about. Her dude friends are buttering me up and all I can think about is “is this motherfucking trying to put the jux on my sister? fuck this guy.” Ironacally years later mans came out the closet, that’s another story for another entry. The long day finally comes to an end, my sister packs her back pack and we depart the computer lab. Later that night back at my grandmothers house(that doubled as her dorm) she comes up to me “hey lil mimosh, I found this cd in the tower of the computer I was using, I don’t like the music, it’s more your ‘style’” she hands me a white CD, “here if you don’t like it throw it away” but I knew what fucking time it was, I saw the bold capital backwards E on the cd. The Marshall Mathers LP, mine, no weird gaps between songs. I was excited as fuck, like the first porno dvd after only seeing magazines, I was brick. Months pass my sister leaves Mexico to do her final semester in Europe, and she comes home to LA when that’s over. By that time I studied, worshiped, and recited that album. But I was 14, I didn’t know shit about fuck, and I used context to figure out most words, but one word in particular I didn’t know. In those times we didn’t have internet at home and I wasn’t going to the library bc that shit is for dorks right? I muster up the courage, bc she’s the most educated person i know at the time that isn’t a teacher, I walk into the kitchen where she’s helping clean up after dinner and I ask “Sister, umm can I ask you something?” “Sure” she responds “what’s a clitoris?” Her face frozen, her pale skin suddenly somehow even more pale “well lil mimosh, it’s part of the female anatomy. who used that word?” shit! fuck! I didn’t expect the third degree in a panic I blurt out “my friend” “WHAT FRIEND!?” “Uhh my friend Marshall.” fin.