It's debatable, but as far as I see it, each day that we live is a page waiting to be lived and eventually turned. So what would be the book you might be asking... just life period.
I've lived enough that I'm able to tell a story, or stories rather. I'm not done living yet, so this
could prove to be a never ending story but today your welcomed to read about me, Vetti Richards. Let's start in 1997, my first year of college at a historically black school in the mid-Atlantic called Counton University. I had always wanted to go to this school because of the things that I had heard and read about it. A lot of famous successful Black people went there so as far as I was a concerned, it was a no-brainer. I just had to get accepted and get the money to go. But guess what, I got in and I would soon find myself on my way to Counton University
and majoring in accounting. I wanted to major in accounting because I wanted to get paid yo. After-all, at the time I felt majoring in a more clever and artistic major like music or history was bullshit and a waste of time. You would either have to go to school for another degree for more paper or work in a book store all your life. I wanted bread to get a nice whip, crib, and plenty hoes. At 19 years of age, I was ready to do this shit.

On a Saturday in August, iot was time to move into the dorms. I was so ready for this day. I was the first to see my dormroom. My roommate hadn't arrived yet. I think most schools let you meet your roommate either through phone or email now, but at this time it was just blindfold. That day was hectic, but I was excited. When my roommate showed up with his mom and dad, they seemed so happy. I think he was the first in his family to go to college, so he had a lot live up to but you know what I thought, he was a nerd! I intoduced myself and he gave me his name... Jack. His parents where talking too in the background, but I wasn't paying any mind. I think I heard them say Whitney and Bobby or some shit like that. I don't know son, fuck'em. I left the room after that because it was just way to much emotion going on in that room son. Jack, what a name I thought. Frankly it's absolutely corny and thats how he looked too, corny. He had bad skin, kinda shy and out of his element. But homeboy surprised me though, but thats what usually happens after a one year of college. He did a complete 360 and by the end of 98, he was pimping. Just paying attention, I got some shit on this dude.

I went walking around the dorm and met a couple of cool niggas. After we were done unpacking our shit, we went up on the main campus to checkout the shorty's. Now don't forget, I went to a black school so it will be a lot of ass in this story. We went on the campus and it was ass for days. Brown, black, honey, and just fucking juicy. "I'm so ready." I was ready to try out my new game. I was young and I didn't have that much game, but I was ready to try some off the wall shit though. Check this out, "yo you look so good, if you was ice I would drink your drips." Ahhhhhh... that's that shit. Ok a bit corny too, but you see what I'm dealing with and it's so much to tell about what I had to go through in order for me to achieve my dreams of working in the music industry. I promise, I got stories for days and I will be telling something new everyday.

Thanks,

Vetti