HOLLOW DAZE

“I had been promising my hoes a night on the town for the past three months. It had reached the point where Lulu, my bottom, had started dropping real serious hints on me about the situation – “Uhh, Daddy, remember what you said about us havin’ a night out with you?” I didn’t have a serious problem with the idea of taking my hoes off the track for a “date,’ the problem was one that they had created themselves. They were making so much money for me it was hard to even think about stopping that cash flow, even for one night. Lulu, Paula, Clarrisa, Margo, Tanisha, and Sammye, my bi-girl, were money magnets. All I had to do was just drop them on the track and come back two-three hours later and they would rain money down on me. I was addicted to money and they knew that, they catered to that, in order to keep me in a good mood. They also knew I was an evil ass motherfucker when I didn’t get my “fix” every day. Some pimps, I’m not going to name names, get off into underhanded shit about their pimpin’. I’ve never been into subterfuges and shit. I’ve always been straight up – I pimped for the adrenaline rush that those green bucks gave me. I think I must be one of the few men on the planet who could get an erection by having enough hundred dollar bills piled in my lap. I could get aroused just looking at a stack of Benjamins, but my man would really come up for a pile in my lap