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Mekhi
 
      I pulled into my driveway just as the sun set.  My phone
started vibrating to the beat of Gangsta Bitch by Lil' Boosie.
    "Yea?" I answered. "What's good wit' it?"
   "Match a blunt!" It was Khloe my closest homegirl since the
11th grade.  She smoked the most weed out of any woman
that I'd ever know, but she was smart as hell.  "Honestly, I
can't even do that right now," I told her.  "Just got to the
house and I got some shit to do real quick."
     "Alright, well hit me up."
"Yea."  I hit the end button on my phone then unlocked the
front door.  As soon as I stepped in I felt a pair of small
soft hands latch on to my calve ...

A Thin Line Between Love and Hate
 
Mekhi
     I honestly never believed that I could be with one girl.  I
mean, just in the LA county alone there are eleven bitches to
one nigga.  Shit, niggas go to jail everyday out here or get
murdered.  It's a shortage of good wholesome men where I
come from, so a nigga like me definately takes advantage of
that.  In this day in age some women will go for that if a man
got his shit together, is educated, treats you like a lady, and
knocks the lining out your pussy a few times a week.  Some
will play their position and enjoy doing it!  Like Taylor; Taylor
was no rat or ghetto, hood type of female.  She grew up with
both parents and knew about the stability of a one man, one
woman relationship.  On the other hand she got a rush out of
being a side chick, ...