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 break the buck, the break was given because he was stressed the fuck out, I could see him trembling slightly at times when 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's just running out of ideas or something for challenges, don't care anyway whatever that clock is planning it'll be fine. Stranger and weirder things have been happening though 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'. A strange cold presence, just feels looming over all of us, I know that's some like, weird shit, but I know in the cosmos or some corny shit like that, something is happening. *Inhales* ... *Exhales* ... Fuck yeah... If I could get a hit of that marijuana that one dude is... growing... fuck.

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

Should fucking teach him a lesson—for being, fucking weird, ha-ha.

I'm going to go see loiter squad... Dayum...