God I Hate These Fucking Jeans

OK this is one of the more embarrassing stories I'm going tell...as if all the others were not embarrassing enough but here we go lol

WTF

So I'm in maxway with my moms and shit and she's buying me clothes for school (I was in the 5th grade) , So we walking around and shit and of course in my mind I'm like wtf is this shit maxway wtf real niggas dont wear this shit man...fuck...I knew my moms aint have a lot of money tho with the shitty job she had at the time..

The Pants

so she stumble up on this rack of LEE jeans yeah fucking LEE jeans....WTF BITCH I WANT FUBU GOT DAMMIT, wtf I look like brett favre got dammit...ain out here cutting lawns on john deers and shit fuck....so she picks up the jeans I'll never forget them damn things....they were fucking LEE FLARES fucking FLARES man...they were like bell bottoms on some skater/emo goth kids type of shit....I was angry no lie...but I never showed it, I wanted to make her happy because she was trying and it was hard doing those time of my life even I knew that and I was 1o then...I could have easily called my pops who would've mailed me name brand clothes...but I didn't that wasn't me...so I told her I liked them( should have said fuck no) she got me two fucking pair -_- blue and black....

Jeans.....School

Now listen I tried my best to avoid them fucking jeans, I didn't want to wear them shits to school and get roasted hell....BUT of course I didn't have many clothes barely a week worth to be honest so judgment day was bound to come....

Rocking New Gear

So the first day I wore the black pair...man that had to be the longest walk to the bus stop, my confidence was on par with a bulimic bitch who just ate a bigmac and looked in the mirror.....so yeah kids are looking at me like this nigga cant be serious with them supafly bell bottoms on lmfaoooooooooooo.....they didnt say much, in school I got roasted of course and people stared like a mothafucka lol....it was what I expected eventually I aint trip no more I just accepted it......mafuckas would shout "KEEF BUM ASS WIT DEM WHITE BOY BELL BOTTOMS" lmfaoooo shit is funny as fuck now that I look back on it....wasn't funny then lol tho....

It was worse when I got back home, hell I stayed in the projects (SHOUT OUT TO EAST POINT STANTON RD CREEKSIDE APT PHILLIPS COURT....ALL THAT GOOD SHIT NIGGA BURRRRRRRRR SKURRRRRRRRRR WOOOO WOOO SWAG HOE ASS NIGGAS) niggas roasting the shit out of me when I got off that bus, hell I had to go in the house......the next day the same shit happened man.....shit when I got off that bus i took the back way to my crib so I wouldn't get roasted, I think niggas had super powers or some shit because I took the back way and I could hear niggas on the next street roasting my ass...I'm like damn these mafuckas are predicting where I'm going to be just to roast me.

After a while my moms picked up on it that I didn't like the jeans so she took the jeans and got them hemmed up so they would look normal...I was happy as hell I hated them damn jeans lol..

Moral: DONT LET YA DAMN MAMA PICK YA FUCKING CLOTHES DAMN. On the real no matter how bad the clothes were that my mom picked for me I wore them I knew we aint have shit so I aint complain no matter how bad they were ...this went on till the end of 8th grade...I bet you this tho....no matter how bad my clothes were niggas aint want to roast any more...because I was king of that shit after a while lol...yeah my clothes were raggedy but nigga you fucking ugly lol