Chapter 3: I Come From A Real Family
Now I know I've been going on and on about me and my immediate family. Not to mansion that we did have a cat, and I pulled all the fur out from the top of his noggin ( shrugs) my family certainly is a great one.
One day on a beautiful sunny afternoon my cousin Butchy came by. He had the cleanest truck you ever seen. Can't recall the name since I was a toddler, but it was one of a kind. Brown paint with low profile tires, deep dish rims, black bed covering, and a system that played lows for the beat. He rolled up jamming N.W.A. "cruising through the hood in my six four, jocking the bitches, slamming the hoes." I can just hear it now til this day. The day I fell in love with music and car's. My dad and my kinfolk was just chilling outside kicking the 411.
My cousin oldest brother Michael had soon gotten out of prison. I didn't Know him then but when I seen him something made me ran to him and gave him a huge hug. I must've really touched his heart cause he told me about it when I got much older. Didn't know I had so much love for people, cause now it's like I'm cold hearted. Well that's the reaction I get from folks no days. Something happened to me along the way maturity. I feel like the big bad Wolf. A plague to those who come in contact with me. A stand alone guy who comes off as if I've done the devil's work afraid people might find out. Although I'm not the type of person, never was, never will be.
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