Returned Call

I’m so tired… I’ve barely slept up in tha last two days, n' when I do I tend ta raise up all tha time from some bizarre trip dat I can never like remember.

Dr. M (not divulgin his wild lil' full name fo' obvious reasons) was ill enough ta give mah crazy ass a cold-ass lil call back earlier todizzle. I should have freestyled dis sooner as mah memory is far from fresh n' tha lack of chill certainly aint helpin yo, but our crazy-ass asses had a horny-ass conversation nonetheless.

Dude holla'd dat Matt was one of tha worst casez of PTSD he had peeped up in recent history, especially cuz of tha turnaround time from what tha fuck he called "the trigger event" ta tha state dat Matt was in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dr. M wasn’t tha physician up in charge of Matt yo, but he had hit dat shizzle wit his ass on a gangbangin' few occasions, includin upon his thugged-out arrival ta tha hospizitizzle. Below is mah attempt ta retrieve our conversation from mah memory:

Dr. M: "Dude looked awful. I mean, it just looked as if tha pimp hadn’t slept up in a week yo. His medicinal examination flossed dat he had no physical reason dat would prevent his ass from bustin lyrics, so our crazy-ass asses attempted ta git his ass ta communicate fo' some time. One of tha orderlies mentioned dat a funky-ass blank journal was included up in his belongings, so I decided ta try ta bust it as a funky-ass bit of a cold-ass lil conversation starter. I axed his ass thangs like ‘is dis yours?,’ ‘what do these marks mean?,’ n' tha like yo, but he didn’t respond. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All he did was gently raise his hand n' hold it up ta take tha book yo. Dude straight-up gently opened it n' done cooked up a gangbangin' freestylin motion, so I gave his ass one of mah pencils."

LR: "And at dis point, tha book was blank?"

Dr. M: "Yes, barrin tha silver markings on tha spine. Da cover had some wear on it, as if it had been hit by a funky-ass blade at a gangbangin' few points but not straight-up cut all up in yo, but it was as freshly smoked up as you could expect any book like dat outta Iraq ta be."

LR: "I see, sorry ta interrupt."

Dr. M: "Not at all yo. Dude fuckin started ta draw what tha fuck looked like a egg. It ended up bein tha head of tha figure and whatever he was drawin yo, but he spent what tha fuck seemed like a hour carefully drawin tha head n' basebizzle cap of dat muthafuckin thang yo. Dude paused fo' a moment n' then started furiously scribblin all over tha page yo. Dude at first seemed ta be bustin it almost artfully yo. Dude would occasionally quit n' bust his wild lil' fingers ta smudge tha lines a funky-ass bit, n' then continue. Whenever any line and smudge intruded on dat egg dat looked like a head, he would immediately quit n' erase tha fraction within it before continuin along his way. Da intensitizzle wit which he scribbled slowly increased until he seemed just incredibly panicked n' started tearin all up in tha page wit strokez of tha pencil fo' realz. At dat point I grabbed tha book n' tried ta tell his ass ta calm down yo, but when he just continued I pulled tha book outta his hand n' he just froze, starin at mah crazy ass like I had broken some trizzle."

LR: "And you decided ta continue rockin tha book even afta that?"

Dr. M: "That was Dr. W--’s decision. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I believe he came back ta it since Matt simply shut his dirty ass off as far as communication went, n' dat was tha closest our crazy-ass asses could git ta a response outta his muthafuckin ass."

I axed his ass how tha fuck ta git ahold of Dr. W yo, but now I’m not so shizzle I wanna know mo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this!Da mo' I dig tha fuck into this, even afta just a gangbangin' few days, tha mo' uncertain I be dat it’s a phat idea. I can barely believe dat Matt is gone, n' here I be lookin tha fuck into essentially what tha fuck led his ass ta bust a cap up in his dirty ass. What’s straight-up stickin up in mah mind is dat Dr. M once done cooked up a reference ta tha "rather… unique way up in which he passed on." I don’t wanna know what tha fuck dat even means yo, but mah mind is whirlin wit possibilities.