Prison Bound

 Sitting here in Fattys parents basement I feel as if I've reached a new low. My family now knows I shoot dope, my cousin looked at me with disgust and said "Have fun stickin shit in your arm,I'll write you in the joint."

I'm on the verge of being homeless and I almost stabbed my mother today because she called me a lazy worthless piece of shit. My belongings are in two back packs at my homeboy Karmas moms house, where I've mainly been staying.

I don't think about Riah as much,mainly because I'm more concerned with survival these days. I wonder what she's doing, and feel the melancholy settling in again.

I'm out of cigarettes and flat broke, so my racing mind takes inventory of Fattys belongings. Theres a drill in the garage I plan to steal, an Ipod on the bed, and his laptop that I'm currently using to write this with.

You may think me fucked up for stealing from someone who opened his house to me but Fatty aint my friend. The first time I met him I almost attacked him with an axe handle for stealing from Karmas mom. The Ipod I plot to steal belonged to her as well.

I have warrants out for my arrest because I failed to show up for court last month. Oh well, I'm prison bound anyhow.