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A change in appearance

added by changemebad 12 years ago O

The new hit brings new changes. You mind is being warped and manipulated. You are being molded into what the rappers want you to be.

“Yo suit gon’ smell like purp when we done wit chu,” they laugh. You laugh too. So they aresmoking purp…suddenly you know that purp was slang for purple, a potent form of marijuana…fuck that, who needs science, you just want to get high. And the comment about your suit…

You look down at your suit displeased. It is so nerdy, so…white. It is way too tight and dorky. You try to explain this, but your voice comes out…different. “Mayne, this suit’s killin me, the fuck I even wore it for?"

The others crack up but in an approving way. “Let’s get you fitted up,” one of them says and grabs a bag from behind a chair.

You strip out of your suit thankfully and chuck it down on the floor. You start to laugh. “Nigga, let’s burn dis shit up,” you say. You’re still shocked at how your words are coming out, but your thoughts are beginning to get muddled too…it starts sounding more natural.

You grab the blunt and light the suit on fire. The others howl with laughter and toss the burning suit out the window…the $1,000 Brooks Brothers suit is gone, but you don’t give a fuck. That’s the old you anyways.

You look at the new clothes and smirk. You throw on the black tall tee…it goes down to your mid-thighs and the sleeves go past your elbow. The shirt is heavy with a tight neckline. You look at the jeans…baggy Girbauds with black straps. You put them on and instinctively sag them low. Jeans are more comfortable this way anyways.

Your shoes are all black Jordan 7s. Suddenly you realize you know all the Jordans and Air Force Ones…Nikes are all you want to wear, except Timberlands of course. You lace them up and notice happily that your baggy jeans lie sloppily on top of your Jordans.

Before you grab your hat, one of them sneaks up behind you and starts shaving your head. Couldn’t happen sooner…your longer hair looked goofy and nerdy. The result is an extremely short fade haircut…good. The less hair the better.

You put on your black flat-brimmed hat with the Durrrty Hustle logo on and instinctively tilt it to the side and cock it to the front so it hangs arrogantly on your newly shaved head.

The blunt reaches you again and you take a huge inhale. What further changes will this next hit bring?


What do you do now?


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