
Originally Posted by
FireStar
I found out last week my girlfriend had cancer. She started smoking when she was 12 (she would be 20 now). The doctor said she only had about 3 months to live. She cried for a few days, and I didn't know how to handle the situation, so I stopped answering her calls. I know its a horrible thing to do to someone, but I really couldn't deal with the emotions.
I found out today that she took her own life, with sleeping pills. They tried to pump her stomach but it was too late.
I went to the wake and it was very depressing and difficult to be around her family, her mom blames me for her death and made it apparent. I went by my parents' house to have some coffee on my way back to my apartment and to hopefully get some advice on what to do. My mom told me that I was moving... you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo, homes, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom; I was finally there! To set on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air ."