Dear Niggaz. I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called the Brewer, and a job bagging groceries at the Food-Way. It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and fuck the hookers. I keep thinking Lanny might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends.
I have trouble sleeping at night. I have bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Food-Way, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for a 29 year old meth head like me.
I'm not sure what it's effects are but I'm guessing it's something trying to minic heroin/coke/meth? Why not just shoot those instead? From what I've read just on here "T-PAIN" is comparable to shooting acetone there's not many street drugs that are immediately that caustic to human tissue.
Originally posted by -SpectraL
Stop hanging off Lanny tits, kid. It's unbecoming.
i think its hilarious u kids talking shit about Sophie. u wouldnt say this shit to him at lan, hes jacked. not only that but he wears the freshest clothes, eats at the chillest restaurants and hangs out with the hottest dudes. yall are pathetic lol
