CRACK ATTACK!
Great idea! Rob the one person who probably cares about you more than anyone else on the face of this insignificant speck of space-dust we call Earth. Actually, she's probably the ONLY person who even remotely gives two shits and a fuck about you at ALL. You sure are a bright one!
Your mom lives in an upscale apartment downtown, and she works long hours - which means you should have plenty of time to sift through her belongings. It takes you several hours to finally reach your destination, and your plum-exhausted when you do. On top of that, your crack withdrawals are starting to get worse. People inside the apartment building cast wary looks in your direction as you navigate your way toward her pad, twitching and muttering something about 'crack, crack, need some crack, crack, crack, need some crack...'. They're all a bunch of squares, anyway. You're too hip to care what they think - you're the pure essence of hip-hop! When you finally manage to trudge your grimy-ass to her door, you fumble through your pockets in search of the spare key she 'gave' you. You eventually find it and unlock the door...or at least you try to. What the fuck!?
"THAT STUPID BITCH CHANGED THE LOCKS!" you rage. It's not like you stole everything last time! Just $500 dollars worth of jewelry and her TV! DAMMIT! WHAT A STUPID SLUT! Okay, what are you going to do now?
Your mom lives in an upscale apartment downtown, and she works long hours - which means you should have plenty of time to sift through her belongings. It takes you several hours to finally reach your destination, and your plum-exhausted when you do. On top of that, your crack withdrawals are starting to get worse. People inside the apartment building cast wary looks in your direction as you navigate your way toward her pad, twitching and muttering something about 'crack, crack, need some crack, crack, crack, need some crack...'. They're all a bunch of squares, anyway. You're too hip to care what they think - you're the pure essence of hip-hop! When you finally manage to trudge your grimy-ass to her door, you fumble through your pockets in search of the spare key she 'gave' you. You eventually find it and unlock the door...or at least you try to. What the fuck!?
"THAT STUPID BITCH CHANGED THE LOCKS!" you rage. It's not like you stole everything last time! Just $500 dollars worth of jewelry and her TV! DAMMIT! WHAT A STUPID SLUT! Okay, what are you going to do now?