true trap story...no cap homie

oh.....fucc....how should i begin...this night would of been easily avoided if i would of had better intel on the supposed......kicc bacc/trap house party location highly recommended btw and endorsed by fuccin pre$$..not a credible source for multiple reasons...... but i entertain him anyway...hold up i have to hold myself accountable for ignoring the obvious red flags...this was a underground speak easy type of party...you can't just randomly go to the front door and expect to get inside...you literally have to know someone who knows someone..to gain entry...but i degrees..when my depressing nordic looking roommate invited me to the kicc bacc...he really had me sold..on the endless possibilities to be had....as long as i agree to play wingman/2man scenario type shyt... i specifically remember the glazing my roommate was guilty of...there's gonna be bad b!tches available he said... rizz real-estate bam...and two attractive badies off limits....type b!tches..type shyt...regular....expected scenario you've probably experienced....but.....i should of rain checked the invitation respectabley.. without hesitation...considering how unreliable my roommate is... not to mention his nefarious network of....well call them associates without benefits...not friends...I should cut my ancient roman looking comrade out of my circle just based on his track record of indiscrestions this niqqa is guilty of....but nooo...i see the good in him..so i give him the benefit of the doubt...a really bad decision btw.... sadly...anyways...lol..me and my European friend take the bus from Korea town to south los angels seeking a interesting fun night...i really expected too much................but nevertheless...me and pre$$ i know you would like to chastise me for my misuse of noun placement but you ain't jesus niqqa.fucc out ah here judas...i digress...pre$$ and i navigate the less than respectable los angels terrain with indifferent vibes...well im not necessarily expecting anything from the kicc bacc/party...im naturally religiously optimistic person...but my roommate's darkest clouds of depression was noticeable...and tangible...we arrive at around 11pm...maybe a little earlier...we randomly walk into a*****e for no reason at all... a miscommunication on pre$$'s end...he didn't remember watching me buy the specific items i purchased just hours earlier...then we left without buying anything because we were gucci already...we stroll purposely down the sidewalk to a blacc gate with no locc...the first door one must enter before the staff who isn't paid btw.. unlocks the portal/door to the underground party that doesn't really end...unless its occupants tire and either drive home or...mutually attracted parties find a after party location to stretch the foreplay..I'm literally getting disgustingly off topic for no fuccin reason at all..we reach the bacc door of the morally challenged drug friendly adult kicc bacc..there's a standard size pool table as soon as you enter the room..there's a blue/green lighting kinda atmosphere visually...smoke clouds consuming the entire establishment...first group of people are la raza respectabley...playing pool and not conversing with the caramel/chocolate homies for lacc of communication problems hopefully.. next group of party goers was the young and blacc street pharmaceuticals distributing always on the clocc types... definitely on gang file or did a couple prison terms and survived types.. then i noticed the leches on the premises...begging..and asking for this...and passively suggesting you to come out of your poccets to pay for their addictions while they consume you're allocated party favors you purchased for the occasion...the ratio male and female wise was the initial red flag i couldn't ignore... if i was paid to... hit me square in the demon time kidneys...4..no 5 female's...only two we're visually attractive and regrettably off-limits with a few 2s and 3s noticeably unattractive.... but sexualy...easy to take to the bathroom for some restroom demon time activity..which a couple homies exploited respectabley...the obvious female host of the party...controlled the aux like a Aztec nazi dictator...holding the entire night into mariachi music exclusively... no rap..no r@b...no sensual type music too push the chill vibes into v****a drill vibes....having endured hours of mariachi torture pre$$ makes a few song selections to get the party on the right tracc but after a few normal industry songs got played...mariachi was intentionally reinstated and the racist Aztec vibes were bacc in full effect...you should know something significant about me.. racism is one of the lowest frequencies vibrating on the vibe scale... I know it's still useful for the 1% to promote so people don't unite against the cooperations pulling the strings behind the scenes...ignorance on the racist scale doesn't really effect my emotions...so the blantent musical message was ignored by me...that's not a optional trigger...but let's get bacc to the night in question...conversation united the racially diverse patrons..my ability to use my words effectively gained me respect and a few invitations from the la raza to play pool.. friendly $1.00 games..friendly..for fun's sake..unintentionally revamping the party vibes to higher frequency vibrations...but there's a little relevant detail i forget to mention... it's literally 80...maybe 90 degrees in the fuccin venue gang...there's 1 fuccin fan that...if positioned differently would cool down the entire room...but no... that was in my opinion intentional trolling by the noticeably unhappy female host...i mean her man was present...husband near by... but no smile or content vibes from the homie girl..almost forgot about the irritational rules they take very seriously.. you can't make this s**t up..2 people maximum if you need a outside nicotine fix... non negotiable..no going out to eat or you won't be let bacc in.... so... after I realized exiting/escaping sooner than later was my best move to play i told my useless/emotionally ruined/self sabotaging roommate it's time to dip other blacc homies decided to do the same...why stay and endure more of the roach/maggot/insect worthy human filth any longer.. don't get me wrong I enjoyed the experience...even though the vibe was mariachi twilight zone official...I networked...smoked some sativa flower...im a optimistic at heart..i always find a silver lining...I'm a ex inmate who's done literally 3 prison bids...I appreciate the little things overlooked buy most people.... as me and my viking lookin comrade escape the red flag party zone...a pretty much naked obviously working Latina walks past me and the european without a side glance or neck twist...just swift purpose driven chin up confidence and feminine ego affecting everyone in the near proximity...true story no cap gang..till next time fam... shadows...