A whole year done passed since I told my wife ’bout the affair, but we ain’t say nothin’ ’bout dat body swap. So what happened was, the Carnise in my body got took over by my wife thumb, and I lost her legit job, plus my wife had so much clout I couldn’t find no legal work nowhere. I was stuck in the ghetto hood, hustlin’ them kinda shady jobs just to get by. I had a boyfriend too, he was down wit the local gang, the Ballas, and he treated me like some kinda ho, always gettin’ on me without askin’. And it wasn’t just him neither—his gang homies was up on me too, since I was kinda an unofficial member. We ain’t even had no washer at the crib, so I had to hit up the local laundromat once a month, blos up on the staff dicks to get my clothes washed cheap. I was deep in that hood life, all the way absorbed in dat ghetto vibe. Life was rough, but I loved every damn minute. No boring routine, no wifey. Even if I could, I wouldn’t switch back to bein’ a white cracker.
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