Dear Diary – Heyyy, We Want Some Poseyyy Edition

OMG I have to tell you this story before I forget it.

It’s Sunday and Boogie just won the Triple Double championship. It’s after the game and we’re gonna go celebrate so I go outside and step into my roommates Porche. I have no idea why he has a Porche, what more a new one but I figure he’s test driving it so I don’t even question where his Caddy is.

It’s gorgeous outside, and the top is down. Just as we’re about to bounce, someone hobbles over and says, “Don’t forget this,” and places the winning trophy in the backseat. I look over and it’s BUSTER FUCKING POSEY, in full uniform mind you. B says, “Thanks,” and my eyes widen.

Then, Buster walks a few feet away and lays down to stretch. I’m thinking to myself that it would probably be rude to ask him for a picture/autograph considering his recent injury and current circumstances but there’s no one fucking around. B starts the engine and I still haven’t made up my mind yet, ‘cuz I’m a pussy when it comes to these things. The car slowly starts to drive away and I’m looking back at Buster still on the ground, by himself, with no one around like FUCK WHAT A WASTED OPPORTUNITY.

Thank God it was just a dream.

You’re mad you just got had huh? It’s ok, I was mad when I woke up too.