(Imagine this story told in the image of a low-class female factory worker, named LaQuisha)
Back in my day, I worked at this Hasbro factory in Detroit making Transformers and Poly Pockets for thots. It wasn’t a very good job, but it paid enough to pay the low income bills of barely living. So, every day I went to work, doing the same thing every single day, just to go back home and sleep so I can go to work once again. All was moseying on fairly uniformly for 2 more months, and then I had a dream. The dream, that changed it all for me. I had finally decided to make a change in my life, to stop making toys for thots, to improve my quality of life overall.
I still had a bunch of money in my bank account from my side job at the strip club and slinging crack at the old folks home. It totalled to about $20,000, so I figured that would be enough to accomplish this dream of mine. Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to start up a business selling/making toys for adults, but I had to start somewhere, so Hasbro was my first step (until I started to hate it). I don’t appreciate the tactics that they are using now to “adapt to the people’s wishes” since new management came into place. They kidnapped kids from foster homes for research, started burning all the waste products, replaced screws with plastic ones so the toys would fall apart, and I wasn’t having any more of it! It was time to implement Karma into the equation and bring Hasbro down with force. So, I opened up my explosive supply (Oh, did I forget to mention that I work with Al Queda?), grabbed all the C4 from a box, and stored it in a backpack with my cpu. This was all just preparation for the next day at work, so I went to sleep after I felt prepared enough. The next day, I took my backpack into work with me and put it in my locker. It was my plan to wait until everyone was gone at night, then stash the bomb under the chemical vats with a timer set to 10am the next morning..Lol but guess who’s not gonna be at work? Hope they all have a “Boomtastic” time! 😛
The next morning, I woke up at 10:00 to the sound of shrapnel clattering against my building (did I mention that I live 3 blocks from what was previously “Hasbro”?). Then I realized, I need to gtfo before the police start investigating the cause of the explosion. I bought a beat up Geo Metro for $400 along with some crack to keep me awake on the road, and left immediately after gathering my essentials.
I didn’t necessarily know where I was going, but the crack had me in its clutches, so I just took a ride on the magic carpet knowing that it’d show me the way. I grabbed a cigarette out of my pack, lit it, smoked the whole thing, and lit up another one hoping that it’d ease the anxiety which pulsed through my veins, but to no avail. I had no clue when I got onto the freeway, although I did know that I had been heading north for close to 5 hours until I found an exit down into a wooded area where I could set up camp and figure out how I was going to accomplish my dream.
After several hours of constant thought, I had run myself into the ground..I had no idea how to start a business, how I would gather the troops for production, where I would start this business..I had no clue. So I said screw it, pulled out my phone, and hit up my friend LaShonda who owned the dankest trap house that bumped the Yachtyest of Lil Yachty in the land. I figured that the trap-house would be my easiest and best bet at “rising up the ladder”. I told myself, I’m just gonna start slingin yay and join the cartel. I feel like I had a change of heart, I wanted to live on the edge..maybe it was just the crack, but I felt like I had some sort of direction in which to go. I just allowed the magic carpet ride take it’s course.
The next morning, I was up at the crack(lol) of dawn to head back down the freeway for a couple hours to a town called “Flint”, which is where this sick trap house was at. It wouldn’t do me any good to go any farther north either, since I didn’t have a passport to get into Canada and the rest of the way is mostly forests.
As soon as I arrived at the trap-house, I walked through the front door into a room filled with people. I was welcomed by a tall man with dreads saying, “We’ve been waiting for you dawg, no one else can sling sh** like you can!”.