A year had past, my bussiness had grown and my father was slowly getting used to the fact that June was dead. Everything was actually pretty good. Good money, good women, good clothes, good food, good wine, good friends, good life.
I guess everything is fine, so I'll just go ast my dad if I can go out with the boys tonight, and yes, I still have to ask for permission to go out.
Chris- Hey dad, I'm heading out, I can right?
Benito- Yeah, sure thing son.
Just as I am walking to the door and open it, there is a letter that says:
"Your life will become a PARENTAL ADVISORY video for the world to watch, and I am the fucking producer and director of it."
What? Who in the world could write such a thing? I gave the letter to my dad. His eyes and mouth wide open.
Benito- No no no no, this can't be. This is not happening. (and faints)
Writters note• Who could it be? Wanna know? You will just hace todo wait for the next book😉
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Parental Advisory (part 1)
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