Rasta wanted to bet on this game but after what happened last time he wasn't sure if he should. After losing so much money on his last bets he was now scared to even try it again but I had called him and told him to make that bet on me just not too much as I wasn't too sure how this game will turn out to be. During halftime, we were only down by one point as we went to the locker rooms to rest.
The halftime show was lit as Rick Ross came to perform and had hyped the crowd up more. The commentators were talking about how the game was going so far and arguing back and forth who was going to take this game and the crown of being the best baller.
Since I'm starting my new job soon so I'll be updating slower and moving forward I'll continue to write the way i want, this novel isn't supposed to make sense as it has a little bit of fantasy in it so if you don't like it try a different one. Next volume you guys are really going to hate me because I'm going to turn this novel all the way upside down lol
What you give you get, ten times over.
~ African Proverb