𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧. [𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄]

•𝟎𝟐𝟔

Ignore my mistakes, I didn't proofread💐.

Unknown Location📍
Friday, June 15
7:35a.m.

•K I M A L I•

"Rise and shine, pussyole," I box my culprit twice, waking him up.

When Valiant said, "Me no sleep from when," I felt seen, I felt heard.

Me no sleep from me leff me oman a yawd yesterday.

Know me coulda innah me bomboclaat bed, wrap up wid me oman and a sleep?

Gudsly woulda have har pan a hard backaz to. Mih shouldn't deh yasso. But just because dah edyat see a casket wah him like dung a dove cot, me affi grant him ee wish.

One thing mih know, dah pussyole yah know how fih hide, yuh fuck. But is like him neva know who Skippa be.

Suppose all me woman did over dehh when dissa edyat yah run in? And him even weyy make the mistake and make even him breath touch har?

Mih bomboclaat.

"Day light innuh faggot," Mih shot him a next box since he wasn't waking up. Him wake up to dah deckaz dehh though.

"Who senn yuh?" I ask him, pulling for a chair, taking a seat before him.

"V—Mih—Him—"

"V—Mih—Him, wah dih bloodclaat yahh say bwaii!? Eeh? Who dih bomboclaat senn yuh a mih place!?" I stand to my feet, throwing the chair across the room.

Wah the fuck dah bwaii yah take me badness fah?

"Bredda, ihh dog hungry innuh," Dragga chuckles, holding Ringo, our MISSION dog.

"Pour more gravy pann him," I order Alex, one of my OGs.

He does as told.

"Wait! Wait!" The likkle punk screams out like a bitch. "A Cuzzo!"

Cuzzo...Cuzzo...Wah me know dah name dehh from?

Stony Hill Don.

Bomboclaaatttt!  Mih ghee cuzzo?

Anydayy mih whull day punk dehh, mih fly him bat, sed speed.

This man a try have things wid me from high school days.