Dear Book of my inner thoughts,
Honestly this life that I'm living,can't get any better! I know what you're thinking,joining gangs are bad when it really isn't. People assume horrible things happen in a gang....well they're right but not all of the time; If you think about it, it's more like a big family rather than a gang. Everyday I come home to my older sister saying"Chase,I don't want you hanging out with those delinquents you call friends." I tell her that I stopped seeing them and that I stay after school for chess club but we all know the truth. Sometimes I think to myself, "why didn't I join sooner ?" All I had to do was murder one person...ONE and I was in. After the first person,I just couldn't stop,I soon became bloodthirsty. This para ordnance p13 that I hold in my hand is my bestfriend;It protects me from enemies,danger and traitors.School isn't important to me anymore because there's no use as long as I know the streets and what's in it,that's all the education I need. My dad would be so fucking proud of me! My dad always wanted to see me in power but he can't because he got caught slipping and ended up 6 feet under with the maggots... Oh and the woman I force myself to call my mom. My sister thinks that my dad was a failure but I truthfully think that my mom was because her life had no point,no entertainment nor a fascinating story she could tell,while my dad was one of the most bravest men that ever lived,who was affiliated with the gang world. Hopefully one day I can become like him and live to tell the newcomers about my journey and struggles. I love my brothers so fuck what my sister has to say! I'll put a bullet straight through her temple and make her have one of the worst headaches to the point where it kills her...
