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Te

I'm on my way to Te's right now. I need a car, this bus is full of weirdos. Te.

Te's house is three hours away from Detroit. I rode a bus all the way to Saugatuck, Michigan.

His house is an apartment. Number 12.

"WHO IS IT?" Te mumbles in a very deep tone.

"Ya boy."

"Mhm..." he still doesn't open the door, just eyeing through the peephole.

Te is fixed on the belief that a crab will come to his house and try to kill him because he's secretary of sights. Secretary of sights is our lookout.

"Man, you know it's me! Fredo X, man, ain't no crip coming here to bust you!" The door swings open.

"Aye, hurry inside..." he squints outside suspiciously. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

"Ya—I mean no." I stop. "Since when do you care?"

"Your brother called me, he said you visited him last night?"

Red has lost the right to call me his brother. First he gets me tied up in this blood gang like it's hereditary or something, then when we're hitting a lick, he runs off with the money and leaves me to fight the dudes we took it from. I could've died. He would've had money so it wouldn't have mattered. He's always been like that. His happiness is all that matters. It's sickening. And the way he justified himself.... 'oh, I thought you was right behind me lil bro'. Excuse me?

"Yeah."

"Te's just a little paranoid that's all." He's been in paranoia for two years. I think this man has some type of PTSD.... you know one time we had to bail him out of jail because he brought his brass knuckles into a kindergarten. "I just wanted to make sure she was safe. My baby... I don't want them to get her." Is what he kept telling the cops.

Te and I talked until 12 about his little girl, Becka, who's 6 and staying with her mom in Indiana. I've got information. I wish I've never heard it. It buries me in guilt. I don't know what to do. My court date is soon. I don't know what to do.