FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY(the krachouse conglomerate)

AM I A LOSER?
They say "good things never last forever" i strongly dis-agree with whoever said that,rather it should be "good things never get together" for instance,there can never be two good friends or three or four good friends,there must always be one bad guy among them,so what am i talking about here? something happened to me last night while i was watching this movie titled "ALIENS"(the return) dont be so excited it was`nt something scary(i know some of u want me dead)its just that someone i was`nt expecting called me last night at about 23:57cet.and a lady she was, that called me,well i know this aint gat nothing to do with yo cuz you certainly might be wondering,what`s this nigga trying to tell us now and how/what does a girl calling him late at night gat to do with us? well like i said"good things never get together and let me take you back down memory lane maybe that will make you better understand why i had to post this story.
MY STORY
it all started in 1999 in a crazy city called Lagos in a country known as Nigeria(yeh,i know that!) if you,ve ever been to lagos you properly will understand what Lagos is all about,back then i had nothing and when i say i had nothing i mean it,i was a penner,a lonely muthafucka who never stopped to dream(well,it finally paid off after-all) the only job i had back then was being a security operative with one of the worse company a sane human being could ever dream of working with,(CORPORATE GUARDS OF NIG PLC,adetokunbo ademola street,V.I ALPHA)you know what i mean.i was posted to a location in the Apapa district of Lag(lagos) to serve as a security guard at DADO MARITIMES own by ALHAJI BAMANKA TOKU(whatever) we used to work 10hrs a day and our duty post was somewhere on the ground floor,they had no reception so our post was like the receptions and we were the receptionist(well atleast i could called meself that back then)hope-less you said,right? anyway! fuck em.during our working period a certain tall man used to come to a certain low-cash bank that was operating on the second floor of the building,not only was he coming alone but he used to come with a certain pretty girl whom every home-less randy man in the building at that time wanted or had a dream of sleeping with one way or the other cause she was very very pretty and i mean PRETTY,dont get mixed up,i know when a girl is pretty and i also know when a girl is ugly,you know how this things are,some girls are pretty,some are just fine,some are simply beautiful while some are just sweet and cute BUT! some are very and very very pretty i mean combine the whole thing zusammen(together) and you have a super pretty girl,Carolyn(that is her name)was the most prettiest lady(is there such english?) i,ve ever set my eye on uptill that very moment,dont get me wrong am also a very cute guy,so my collegues wanted to have her but none of em was bold enough to approch her (that explains the kind of influence her beauty carries) and since i was the cunniest muthafucka among us all,they decided to make me "THE MATCH MAKER"(the match maker,FOOLS!)they made me the match maker saying i was`nt interested in the babe but to be very sincere,i was`nt interested in her thou, not at all,to me she was just another of those girls pretending to be what they,re not(but i bin dey cut eye small anytime wey she and him boss show up-oo)one of my collegue bribed me to make a move for him and i decided to give it a shoot so on that faithful day i was well prepared to make a move dispite the fact that i was on duty and as a naija person,being a security guard is worse enough but approching a pretty lady in your security uniform?....to t.a.l.k a..b..o..u..t l..o..v..e? you must be outta ya mind hommie, but it was`nt what i expected,so when they babe finally showed up(note! you might see yourself as a nobody but that particular lady whom you feel has no interest in a nobody like you,could actually be watching and scared herself to approch you,so always make a move,you might never know)i walked up to her and escorted her into the elevator(the boss?)i think he understood that we were up to something and it was`nt something funny, so he pretended to forget something and went back to the car,inside the elevator i asked for her name,she gave me a funny look,smiled,(man!!!! she was pretty!)and said CAROLYN,was like what? and she repeated carolyn and asked me why,i told her that look a friend of mine is really into you and would want to have a lill talk with you if you would`nt mine,she smiled again and said"so someone sent you?"yes! i replied but i was stupid to have said that cuz at that very moment i realises i have feelings for this girl,she was so gently,warm and infact the whole elevator was heated up and i was already sweating,she said okay that she will give me her number when she is leaving,done deal! i had the upper hand but what about my guy?was i going to betray him? well i said to myself like i always do,FUCK EM!.went back downstairs to tell my friends and everybody around what i had achived but they could`nt believe me,to them it was all a very good joke,what!? a common guard like you talk to that babe and she wants to leave her number? wait and see i told them.about two hours later the boss came out of the elevator first escorted by a staff from the bank then followed behind by carolyn and everybody was watching to see if i had tell the truth and to their greatest shock,when she approches our desk she dropped a folded piece of paper,smiled and gave me a wink and was gone,even in the car she was still smiling at me,they could`nt believe what had just taken place and were like,guy how did you do it?sha! like i said before never be affraid to talk to any babe you feel you like cuz you might never know what she herself feels towards you.
i picked the piece of paper and there was her phone number,office address and even the home address.......(gatta go make a shit! stick around!) tell yo what happened later,,,,,

Goodday daddyz,hallo mummyz,hi niggaz,hallo bitches,fellaz,hommiz,pimpz and hustlerz.
well aint gat nothing to really write about meself cuz that will be talking too much,am only but a part-time employee of Krachouse Entertainment Inc(i hate em) who earns 2,500euros a week(now did that scare you)and like the late 2pac,i gat ma diploma but never learn shit in school and as a matter of fact,AM BLACK!!AND NAIJA FORSHIZZLZ,i know a lot of dem muthafuckaz be feeling like "if only i can lay my hands on this nigga"well you can`t see me and you aint gat nothing on me hommie,blame it on the people who invented this internet thingy cuz now anybody can say anyshit to anybody without having to.....and that reminds me, the owner of Krachouse Entertainment Inc(what a weird name for a company and i hate em) was arrested and locked up two weeks ago in a german prison and guess why?because he said "FUCK YOU"to a german cop which is against the law in dutchland lol!and he is currently doing time.well, so long bossy,hope to see you real soon(dpgc)cuz i,ve not gotten ma 2k5 for two weeks now and am begining to run out of patience(him sabi wetin go happen if i vex)teach that muthafucka some lessons let em learn never to say "FUCK YOU"to a policeman again not in dutchland even when they try to run up on you for wearing a diamond wriest-watch(bling-bling)and driving a 2006 maybach caddilac.he thinks he`s rich,fuck em!(am i really dissing my boss?well like i said,FUCK EM!) man! gatta go shit,tell you what lead to him saying "FUCK YOU" to that cop next time.
am the DRIVA and am out!