NOW THAT'S TRIFLING...

It’s now Tuesday morning and I still haven’t left the house and I find myself getting up later and later each day, and now that I think about it haven’t eaten anything since Saturday night – yeah I definitely need to get something in my system ASAP. I probably should brush my teeth and take a shower as well but at this point I don’t care, I don’t plan on seeing anyone for a while…(but I think out loud) “you know what that’s trifling.” I go in the bathroom stare at the mirror for a second and turn on the water. I close the door so it can steam, put that new Rick Ross, “Super High” on repeat, take off my clothes and get into a much needed hot shower. By the time I get out of the shower the water is luke warm at best, I’ve heard “Super High” like 15 times and now want a motorcycle with Stacey Dash on the back. I half dry myself, put a towel on and go down stairs to grab something to eat – I’m actually in a pretty decent mood, considering - I almost forgot how good a hot shower can make you feel. However, my mood quickly changes when I see MRS. CURTIS L. MANN III and some of her sorors have come by to get a few of her things. No one says a word they just continue as they were. I look at her in disgust, shake my head, and then go into the kitchen to make a bowl of Captain Crunch. I stay in the kitchen for the remainder of the time they are there, but as they are leaving one of her sorors comes in and whispers, "Get at me, I like your style" as she jokingly flashes a gold magnum wrapper - she laughs & adds, "ya'll nasty it’s a couple more used ones on the side of the night stand"...I gave her the 'my-bad’ look, but as they pulled off, I thought to myself, my wife and I haven’t used condoms since we moved to this house 3 years ago…