24 Hours To Live • Eazy-E

The Final Twenty-Four | 19

I keep hearing that some of you aren't getting notified when I update. Hmm I don't know how that's possible, try refreshing your library.

Also, I lowkey well maybe highkey hate myself for this damn plot twist. No lie, just know that the message will be to "trust no one."

That's the only hint I'm giving you. Trust no damn body and you'll be surprised at who's jealous of you.

And I noticed that I gain new readers after publishing a new book. If this is your first time reading a moonwalkbae book then ayeeeee lol and excuse my silliness. I'm just a goofy person.

And of course I lose followers as well. The ones who are active during the first few chapters then stop reading. Well, it's your lost fam and I don't beg anyone to read my books. People just find 'em and get addicted to my writing 😇

Last but not least; once we're halfway through the story I'm going to post a chapter called "BANG BANG", similar to "My Neck My Back" in my book Exposed and I'll debut the cover for "The Wizard of OZ NWA".

I'm gonna focus on the Wizard of OZ next because it's going to be a short story, then I can begin my contest for the lead girl in my next Eazy book.

Oh and just in case you didn't know, I'm going to edit some of the real life N.W.A. events such as not including the Dre and Eazy beef, and Dre will even leave the group a bit early in this story only because Eric will be sentenced to Death Row in 1992 and that will kind of throw everything off.

Okay? Okay! If you're confused lmao let me know

That's all folks! Still enjoying my brand new car, I literally got the keys keys keys 😂

                                  |Recap|

"Relax. It was your fault. We begged you not to bring him. You did anyway, he died."

He scoffed. "Eric you too? You're going to jump on the bandwagon too? Well fuck you, fucking midget."

"Whatever fuck you. The truth hurts. No one forced him to go, you brought him. This was a risk and you took it."

"Go home Eric. Just go, get the hell out of my house."

"Aight," I mumbled "good luck with your debt."

Robbing a bank... "ninja style" had me exhausted. I gave Scooter too much credit because even though his idea was dope, he still fucked up yet another robbery.

Which is why I stopped fucking with Scooter a few years ago. We had a fallout and didn't speak to each other for a long time.

Him finding a way back into my life out of the blue still confuses me. I honestly forgot about Scooter until we linked up again.

Later on today is day three and hopefully the final day of filming the "Appetite for Destruction" music video.

Dre and I still aren't on good terms. And as much as I want to point the finger at him and call him a snake, I can't because I have a gut feeling that he didn't do it. I honestly don't believe that Dre ratted me out to LAPD.

Well, it doesn't matter anyway. None of it matters anymore.

I arrived home at about three thirty in the morning. As much as I deserve to sleep after robbing and dodging bullets, I decided to catch up with KTLA News.