Refreshing

It’s interesting when you spot people you’ve known about 30 women mostly bar faces and old road dogs…we don’t bother though; talk to one of them about a year ago: Hispanic (she’s still the same; she don’t fuck around: ride or die- doomed to be alone) online who updated me on the posse whereabouts. Half the chicks she was talking about I couldn’t even place or remember. It was a crazy, magical time for us with women on top of women but I played it off since I didn’t want her talking to me like I was stupid or wasn’t there (cliques within cliques)…just curious about 1 person who was quite older so she might not be alive anymore but at the same time people have also died much younger. She’s like off the grid now (truly a mystery who only we knew somewhat, there’s nobody I can ask about her either) or something under a new alias..only have her first name. no last name so impossible. Consequently, a couple of us still go under the nick we used x amount of years ago, an ex: a sistah and damn that bitch has gotten finer through the decades; genes or hasn’t abused herself or let anybody abuse her or something. Good for her. It doesn’t go that way too often but refreshing for everything that hasn't changed since 1980 beep, actually the 90s (I don't want anybody trying to call me out on nothing) but still.