Mitchell_Ellis

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go feed ur kid matthew

When is Taylor Colborn going to fully merge into Michael Kirkpatrick?

I was raised by the state An institutional minority I survived through hate This is my world Consisting of cemented steel The only way out Through a granted appeal So I'm back at home Where I fit in The comforting words ring "What's up, skin!" Knowing the future's gone I tend to live in the past Never looking beyond today Cause it may well be my last

I've listened to Amy Schumer comedy specials longer than Hazard has rped in jail.

I woke up real early. Everything felt great. I was a day away from hitting my two week sobriety mark ever since I stopped smoking dope. My comrade Menace hit me up and asked to link up because I promised to tattoo him for over a month now and never got around to it. We hit the shop and got down to it. He asked me if I plan on getting high today because it was America's birthday and he knew I was trying to quit. I kind of shrugged it off. A little get together was gonna happen later tonight. Nothing major. Just a couple of homeboys from around the neighborhood. I was super stoked for it. My phone kept blowing up all day. Everybody I knew was out and celebrating. Amongst them was a peckerwood from Vespucci that went by Bandit. Bandit invited me to this little barbecue him and his people were having by the beach. I told him I couldn't make it because I was at work. You know how they say your faith can sometimes be overshadowed, like in the movies? Yeah. That's what happened to me. Because Bandit sent me a text right after saying he got pulled over and he might be going to jail. I didn't really think much of it. Krash, another homeboy of mine, was around when I got the text. And he told me to pump the breaks with this whole little car gig I had going on. It made me a lot of money. A year back, my elder, who's a PDS skinhead from Del Perro hooked me up with the gig. We'd bring him stolen cars and he'd take them off us over to this little chop shop. Right before he went AWOL, he hooked me up with a couple of the dudes that worked at that shop and I took over for him. I'd round up a bunch of youngsters from Del Perro and Vespucci that are good at stealing cars and have them work for me. They got paid, I got paid. It was easy money. Funny enough, the skinhead's name was Bandit, too. I started getting sloppier when more money kept coming in. I wouldn't meet up with dudes at discreet spots to take the cars off them anymore. I'd just have them come over to wherever I was at the moment. A lot of the times it being at my home. One of the youngsters that was working for me called me up right after I got off work. I knew it was kind of a long stretch to take the car off him but money talked. I had him meet me outside this electronics store in Magellan. I was so high on my horse that I didn't notice a cop car tailing him. I took the car off him and began my way to the shop. Not even a minute later, the same cop pulls me over and arrests me. Even while I was in handcuffs I still had this chip on my shoulder that was telling me everything would be alright. It's the 4th of July. I can't go to jail. All that came crashing down when an OSS detective came to the scene. Suddenly the realization hit me. I'm going back.

The Sequel

Lookin good

U weren't any better