Rick Ross is Rich. Forever.
[submitted by beholdthedestroyer]
Rick Ross was on his balcony overlooking Miami when there was a knock on his bedroom door. It was nearly dawn.
“Come.” he said.
Wale entered the elaborately decorated Victorian suite and touched Rick Ross upon his chest. Not even Meek Mill was allowed this privilege.
“Master. It’s almost time. Are you sure about this?”
Ross turned to his companion, his eyes lighting up with pure malice, shining through the lenses of his trademark fake Luis Vuitton shades. Wale scurried away, knowing better than to tempt the moods of his master.
As he waited for the dawn, Ross thought back to the last time he had seen the sun. It was 1811. No, 1812. The years had begun to blur together and he had grown weary. Strangely he could recall the lush pinks of that last daybreak before he was turned perfectly and yet he could recall no sunrise before it. It reminded him of watermelon Four Loko. All the money in the world and he couldn’t buy one more sunrise. He swirled his goblet of rosé—even without his shades the pink was a pale imitation of the hues of daybreak—and sighed.
Soon it would all be over.
No more elaborate meals, no more parties. No more women. He had enough, two hundred and fifty years of this life was more than any soul could endure. Besides, thanks to Kanye everyone had already found out that he was a motherfucking monster. As a younger man eternal life was all he wanted, but now he knew that life was hollow when you were a vampire. As the sun began to peek out over the horizon, Ross removed his shirt and shades. He wanted to feel the warmth on his skin one last time. He wanted to see the beauty of the sun in all its magnificence.
Ross opened his arms wide and smiled as tears ran down his cheeks. As he burst into flames he was finally at rest.
