Ball is and has been my life. I came to school to play ball but fell in love with another team mate. Last night, all night was fucking incredible...Kevin spent the night in my room making love to a nigga all night long. I'm talking about the kind of sex that when you look at each other you both just bust out laughing like there aren't words for that shit. Me and this nigga laid in this room with the smell of after sex, sweat, slight man musk, a mixture of sex and Chrome Legend circulating and we was good ass shit. But in time love and drama will take me on a roller coaster ride. Who the fuck am I anymore? In a matter of a month my existence has been altered and now what I knew to be my truth is now all questionable. I had ball I had my girl I had my family and my GOD! And now I feel separated from them all. The things of the past, these couple weeks have tested the fabric of my character on every side.