First Installment~~~~ 11/10/99: 1:44AM

Well today's story is coming straight out of compton, sorry I mean trailer. Pardon me if my english is a bit screwed up, but my eye sight is not the best, I am a bit drunk, and I can't see the keyboard, and my fingers aren't functioning properly. Anyway I got a few shout outs to my men runninin the ship, Mr. Screech, Good ole captain Morgan, want to say hello to smuggles cove, wassup; kev, liked the corner this week, hope you have fun at work tommmorrow. Anyway this story is brought to you by-- pajamas are the shit -- i mean, Sanchez. If you have any good ideas email me bro i ain't got no problem, as long as i am sober i will read it aand respond.

this installment is about a few particular bitche-- i mean people who really piss me off. One of them i am told to refer to as Chin, for secrecy's sake, don't want to hurt anyones feelings so i will use secret identities. Dollface is another secret identity i am using. Anyway these hoes get on my nerves, and i can't stand them, they think they got the shit on the go, and that there hot shit, but they are just another dirty pussy to fuck, which you'd have to be pretty damn drunk to fuck those big ole meat curtains. (That was for you Marmalade, never agian will we let you chose where to go). And Sanchez means never ever. I pick where to go from here on. Where were you tonight? It was only Pud, me (sanchez) and Poncho, and Kev-dog. Where the fuck was Marmalade and Crazy, ha where was ya? Talkin about the women, Line a certain foxy lady is hot dinner. I would tap that ass anytime. Man no offense but your sister is hhhhhoooooooottttttttt!!!!!!!!! I got three words words for you Line. How you doin'? Not from Aaron but from Sanchez. Anyway for those of you who know what I'M TALKIN ABOUT KEEP THE FAITH AND KEEP DRINKIN THE GOOD OLE SCREECH TILL YOU CAN'T DRINK NO MORE, AND WATCH OUT FOR THIS Y2J THING CAUSE EVERYTHING IS GOING TO GO SHIT BRICK HOUSE BABY.BBBBBOOOOOMMMM. I TALK TO YA NEXT WEEK BRO'S.