It’s a beautiful spring day and I have 2 tickets to see Fetty Wap in Atlanta. I invite my friend Erica and we take down a gram of molly and a big bag of weed. At this point I was single and living my best life. I had a tank top and shorts on and planned on buying an outfit on the way down.
My mission was to roll a quarter ounce blunt and get Fetty to hit it on stage. We were cruising down 85, smoking blunts and blasting music in the 7 series. It was building up to be an amazing night. I was doing about 90 when I came over the crest of a hill. I see a speed trap in the middle of the interstate. I knew I was fucked. As they pulled out to get me I got in front of a truck and threw out the Molly. They ended up finding the weed but they just gave me a ticket and let me on my way. We were now losers. On the way to a Fetty Wap concert with no drugs. We stopped at the outlets and I bought an outfit for the night. At least if I was going to be a loser I was going to look good doing it. I was hitting up everyone I knew trying to find weed in Atlanta. I was having no luck when all the sudden everything changed. I smelled weed as we drove down the interstate and thought I was going crazy. I looked around and saw a beat up ass Honda driving in the middle lane. The driver passed something to the passenger and I knew exactly what it was. I start weeving through traffic trying to get next to them and finally get a clear shot. Erica pulls out her titties and flashes the guys as we pass them. She then motions that she wants them to pull over. We follow them to the next exit and they pull in a shopping center. 40 bucks for an eighth later we were back in business. After pregaming hard we made it to the concert. Erica had the blunt in her bra and my dreams of Fetty hitting my blunt seemed to still be on the table. I made my way to the bar, finding the girl I would sleep with that night became the most important matter. I was on fire that night and had it together. The sexiest girl at the bar was mine and I knew this night would be special. As Fetty went on stage and played his set I was vibing. We had a spot at the bar and the drinks just kept coming. I finally knew it was time to go get fetty that blunt. I grabbed Erica and told her it was time. I ran through the crowd and it got tighter and tighter. All the sudden I was ripped off the floor and had no idea what happened. Laying on the ground with my shirt ripped to pieces I looked back and saw a giant man and 2 bouncers. They grabbed me off the floor and took me to the basement. I was drunk and confused. I guess people were mad that I was trying to get to the front. There was nothing I could do and they kicked me out of the concert. I called up my friend and told him what had happened. I got to the hotel and walked by a mirror. My shirt was torn to pieces, I had no other clothes, I was drunk beyond belief, and I was all alone. I woke up the next morning and Erica had made it back. I asked her where the blunt was and she told me she had already smoked it. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose, but I can say with certainty 1738 isnt my number.