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About Me

Eh.. yeah.. I live in shithole Ellicott City, Maryland, theres nothing but a bunch of worthless drug addicts and not a fuckin thing to do. I used to be big in the drug scene, raves and warehouse parties and everything under the sun. Im in the process of cleanin up my act, about to move back to Baltimore to a halfway house. I dont have many friends, all my old so called 'friends' were just a bunch of drug addicts like me, so i have to get rid of them. I cant stand fake people. i hate pepsi and chocolate. i smoke too many cigarettes, and i have asthma. uh.. Music is my life. i listen to everything from rap to country to punk rock/emo. if you dont like it, fuck you. i dropped out of highschool and got my ged and went to college, then i dropped out of that too. I joined the army, but i failed the drug test. Now i cant go til december. i wanna get back into community college by spring 06'. I really have no clue what to write and i think ive been rambling too long anyway, telling u fuckers my life story.

My Interests

There isnt much to do around here, but i like goin clubbin on the weekends. Goin to the pool hall, Hangin out with the crew, goin to meetings, chillin at starbucks(HAHA). Its only funny because im serious. WORK. I love working it keeps me out of my head. Eh..

I'd like to meet:

im sure the view from heaven beats the hell out of mine here and if we all believe in heaven maybe we'll make it through one more year i hope that all is well in heaven cause it's all shot to hell down here i hope that i find you in heaven cause i'm so... lost without you down here you wont be coming back and i didn't get to say goodbye i really wish i got to say goodbye... Judy Sin- We miss you:'(

Music:

I Been Out Here For Too Long, I Deserve To Get A Bird The Fiend's Know My Name Now, From Standin' On This Curb I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks Come And Get It, We Got It, Take A Trip To The Projects You See The Police, But We Gon' Sell Our Dope Regardless Niggas Know Me, From Fillin Up Ya' Heroine Needles I'm Connected With Them People Who Don't Speak No English We Ain't Scared Of The Road, We Just Get It And Go When You See Them Tennessee Tags Nigga, You Already Know I Don't Trust No Hoes, Thats How 'T Got Pop'd He Told His Bitch Where His Stash Was, She Told It To The Cops Me And Preist Had The Streets On Lock He'd Break Down The Blocks, I'd Open Up Shop, 'Round The Clock And I Ain't Gon' Stop, So Soon As You Come Home From The Pen We At It Again, We Gettin' It For 10, My Nigga