I Want Opps Just So I Can Argue With Them On Instagram Live

I’ve always admired gang members. Their girls, their cars, their clothes. I’ve always felt as though they were on the other side of “the wall”, experiencing a life, albeit short, that I’ll never know the thrills, chills, or shocks of. And yes, that includes all of the flashy stuff I named, but mostly, I’ve always envied their camaraderie.

I crave the intimacy of an opp-to-opp relationship—answering each others calls in the dark of the night, caring about what’s going on in each other’s lives, our love teetering on the very line between life and death itself.

I want my opps to hurt me too deep, need me too much, know me too well, and ruin my sleep. O, beautiful opp, make me confused! Mock me with praise, let me be used.

And not just opps, but gang members too. People who hate the people I hate just as much as me. When I don’t fuck with somebody in my daily life, there’s not a legion of niggas who dress like me, talk like me, and walk like me of whom I can bond with over that mutual hate. You know how much that would improve my mental health?

So, here’s an open call. Aspiring opps, hit me up. Let’s explore our connection, or lack thereof. And maybe, just maybe, if it’s magic, we can hop on Instagram Live and argue.

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