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God, I don’t want to be here. I am invisible and the static is uncomfortable.
I was at Wal-Mart earlier and they were playing the Thriller video on some big screen TV and a handicap old white lady and her companion were stopped in the isle watching. It irritates me to no end that NOW people want to open their eyes, mind, and heart to him. It’s like having a rich relative. When they didn’t have shit family paid them no never mind. Now that they got shit, they all buddy buddy. I think I got a honk and a thumbs down because I have MICHAEL JACKSON FOREVER written across my back window. I want to castrate the poor white trash that dared show disrespect. If you aint got shit good to say, don’t take the time to catch my attention. I hope he dies of inoperable face cancer…he was smoking a cigarette.
I am watching The Wire and it feels so familiar. Amazing how far I’ve come, yet I’ve gone nowhere. All of them boys, well their characters. I know where they coming from. I know dudes just like that, situations not that different. Hell, my past situations ain’t that different. I can see where they mind is at, especially Michael Lee. Every Ghetto, Every City. Baltimore, St. Louis, Aliceville, AL. It’s all the same. He is the type of dude I would have had for a boyfriend when I was 16 and too stupid to realize the danger. Smart, Loyal, Strong, and a straight up THUG! Murda Murda Kill Kill!
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