I was told to sit at another table after telling the guys I was running to my room for my lucky cotton ball. Strange, to each his own.

I get seated at a new table, wait for the button (As rule one says in Druff's book "No Posting Allowed") and when I whipped out the cotton ball and set it on my cards, seats 1 & 7 jumped up like they saw a ghost. Seat 1 said as he goes for his gun to shoot the ghost "motha fucka, what is that shit bitch" I quickly say "oh it's my rabbits foot" seat 7 rebutes with "where's it's god damn chain" I tell him "the chain ....it's off". The whole table laughs and tells me I'm a crazy as hell. I say to myself they say that at DD, so it's now truth.

I get why they are so anti-cotton balls. There is a ritual where the new white has a practical joke played on him to help the bonding process. It's unspoken I guess because I wasn't told about before it suddenly happened.
Twitta all the sudden reaches over without a word grabbed my new Hamburger. Lil' Couins say "it's a practical joke, it's cool" silly guys. They really liked me because they all wanted their chance at pulling off the joke. Around the 3rd friendly prank I tell D-Wrayne "I need to go eat in my room" Now here's the kicker Marcus says as I'm walking off "whiteboy, you better be back soon, it's my turn to get my joke off and take that unlucky cotton shit with your ass" what! unlucky more like lucky times 10. I got a new nickname "whiteboy" not "faggot" over at DD and they want me back, not being told to leave and die like DD does, plus he's worried about me. hurry really means I might start worrying,plus 8 new friends that insist I'm back next week. That must be the luckiest ball of cotton ever.

I rush back and let the fellas finish off the practical jokes, and lose $225 which is so worth it just to see the smiles on their faces. I cashed out got the check that was $107.00 of pure love. They accept me and the fact I'm crazy and they laugh at my jokes. not at DD.

Well you guy's might not be seeing me anymore, your getting that wish. After next week you may never hear from jefferson145 anymore.

I'm bringing my other card protector. I bought it in Mississippi, it's a miniature version of tied rope that was used to hang coons (that short for raccoon) When I sit down and the button comes around heck I might post, I'm whipping out that card protector turning to D-Wayne and saying "I'm going to get me some coons tonight" he'll get such a kick out of the story. He might ask me to move Compton. I fit in so well Marcus is sending his "bitch" to my room to show me a good time. Marcus is great, and his girlfriend must be lovely, to take the time out of her night to come show me a good time. We'll probably eat and watch a movie.

gotta get ready for Latesha. I lost $400.00 but gained a great group, no a family tonight. That cotton ball is my angel, but I have to leave it back in Los Feliz out of respect for those who died just trying to make someone feel at home. The coon killer is my new lucky charm, because D-Wayne was complaining about those darn things getting his in trash. I can't wait to see the look on his face when that thing comes out and with a southern accent I say "killing coons, is my passion"

Best to all,

Jefferson







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there's no reason to even comment on that weed & hotel room induced non sense time killer
I do like to see that the majority of those overused 5 year old pic were add to the file by me.

what does that even mean?

to fit with the story, just to comment with a mindless post to a mindless story, actually asking for me to leave, or all the above.