Aight, so the story I'm 'bout to tell you is real spit. So I'm out in San Antonio for a minute for work. I'm chillin' out at this park bench outside my telly smokin' a wood tip. This lil breezy comes up to me and we start choppin’ it up. I let her know that I’m from Cali and am only out here for a few weeks. She’s a native and whooptie whoop. Then she asks me if I have a pen. I tell her that I don't have one. She disappears and comes back like 5mins later with a pen. She forcefully grabs my hand and writes her cell # on my forearm (old school skating ring shit). Then get this……she says “I’m pregnant right now, but I won’t be forever, that’s my # you better use it”. At this point I’m speechless! I mean, I don’t think I’m that naïve but I had no idea this batch was feelin’ me. Even more of a surprise was that she was prego. So, 10mins later I’m tellin’ my bruh bruh the same story that I’m telling you and he was like “The batch wants to get it crackin’ while you’re out there and the best part is the fact that she’s pregnant”. I guess that’s one less stress I would have to worry about, huh? To make a loooong story short I end up giving her my Google Voice number (If you wanna play and need that covert sh*t….you need to step your game up!) and now she won’t stop callin’ & textin’ me. I mean, the woman is str8 stalkin’ ya boy. She is not easy to shake. She has been showing up at the telly random hours of the day and tryna kick it. By the way, the batch is bad but I can now see the Kangaroo pouch and it’s trippin’ me out a bit. So here is my dilemma….do I beat it up and bust nuts on someone else’s fetus & sodomize for the next couple weeks? Or should I leave that alone? Anyone else ever been in a similar situation? Halla at me!