entry 8

They call me Mr Treat Yo Nose, if they really needed some blow, I can get it for the low...

Fuck it.

Oh fuck, pass... pass me my inhaler...

These flavored vapes just, just be making my car filled with the grapes, and all those fruit smells, ha-ha.

Damn, where this mother fucker even gonna pick up their god damn fucking order?

Yo are you...

Griddy?

I—

Yeah your the only person whos a crackhead and even takes this shit everyday. Whatever dude, just give me the payment.

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ok lol!

I got into the hustle of selling coke ever since Clock Scratch gave us a bigger break, had to find something to keep my ass busy, he gave us a break because he was stressed the fuck out, I could see him trembling slightly while reading that thing, I tried to offer him some coke to help release those nerves, he wouldn't take up my offer because he didn't even notice me. Wonder if, he ran out of ideas or something for challenges, I don't care anyway, whatever that clock is planned will be fine. Stranger and weirder things have been happening through this week, ever since I joined the camp, I couldn't help but feel so, isolated, fuck, atleast I have my gang you know what im sayin'. I can feel a strange cold presence, just looming over all of us, I know that's some like, weird poetry shit, but I just feel like, something in the grander shit of things that something is happening. *Inhales* ... *Exhales* ... Fuck yeah... If I could get a hit of that marijuana that one dude is... growing... fuck yeah.

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That fucking kid, Wolf, Ronzell, whatever the fuck his name is, ever since he joined this fucking camp, he just pisses me off, just a fucking newbie.

Should fucking beat his ass and teach him a lesson—for being, fucking weird, ha-ha.

I'm going to go see The Dead Sams... dayum...