kobesanders1

i wanna see the human race end in at least 15 years. i saw it once in a dream when i was 17 months old. i was created by the sun lord solodus the second, he was trying to retaliate against the god of death, he did this by forming the wuntor rebellion. we won every battle because of me. but the world regenerated too quickly and my wifes water broke. my son "sammos the 60th" was born. i couldnt let him cry and wake the gods. i had to end his life. Things were not good after that incident however. My wife began to cheat on me with a Robert Downey Jr. doppleganger. I wanted to die so bad after what had happened with my wife i slit her neck and shot the man who had replaced me. Seven years then passed from that incident. i had been smoking alot of turko gass, (its a type of fruit that you smoke instead of eat). i had been thinking about killing my daughter but i realized i didnt have one. i was so confused my life was in shambles. i had recently bought the album "off the wall" by michael jackson. recorded from 1978 to 1979 and produced by quincy jones, with help from numerous other collaborators. it was so heavenly. after listening, i went back to sleep to dream about the wuntor rebellion, and how i had helped them so much. suddenly...........BAAAMMMMM!!!!!! mike jackson appeared as a ghostly shadow and told me a prophecy. go back to stop yourself from killing your son, your seed, to continue the sanders legacy. i had to do it. i set sail with my semi automatic shotgun, a ferrari enzo, and i went to go kill myself. literally...







fast forward seventy days and i get to the spot where i had killed my son. i pressed baccy bac on the time travel watch i had obtained from michael jackson and went back in time. i had finally gotten to the spot. i saw my self..... ready to kill my son...............................i had to stop myself. i yelled " HEY BOY YOU CANT KILL YOUR NEW BORN SON!!!" My self yelled back, "i got to boy". i lunged at my self with a butcher knife in my hand...... i stabbed my self................i began to fade away. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CANT I GOT TO LIVE TO SEE MY SON GROW INTO A MAN. i began to cry blood. my son was losing the ability to breathe. if i dont hold him in my arms for more than five minutes a day he will bleed to death and stop breathing. he was dying......................... and so was i............... GOD DANGIT i yelled. ive got to live. i pulled the knife out of my past self and gave him cpr. he woke up.............. i began to dab as fast as they make COD games. i picked up my son, got in my enzo and left.











After seven years of raising my son without a mother, i started smoking more turko gass than any little feller in the world. my son was getting defiant and would whoop his richard while i wasnt watching and he would call his friends to come to the house so they could steal my stash of turko. i caught him seven day after he began doing it and i whooped him with my shot gun and i stuck his head in water for an hour...............i had to give him CPR. fast forward nine more years and my son was out eating some doodoo by the farm i had built single handed. our house was 17 stories and had 5 bathrooms and 77 tvs on each floor. i was asleep in my bed alone when..... all of the sudden i felt a cold metal something touching my leg. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i yelled. it was a gun...... my son was going to shoot me. he had huge tears in his eyes and was screaming loudly for me to die slowly when he shot me in the mouth. he was loading his gun and was going to fire off forty five bullets in my nut sack. WOOOSH! i woke up in a cold sweat. it was just a dream.......... what the heck was i supposed to do.... my dreams always had some sort of meaning to them............. was my son destined to kill me... or would i have to end his life first............ i soon heard knocking coming from the front door of my house..... i rushed down stairs and opened my door quickly......no one was there. i guess i was just hearing stuff. 3 days later i was resting by the farm sipping some turko waters, its a liquid turko gass. i was eating a waterpack chicken too, and my son was in his room watching birdemic. i didnt want to speak to him, and i hadnt for the last 3 days. i just silently gave him his food and tucked him in from a 30 foot distance, along with a knife in my hand and my phone in case i gotta call the homies i used to roll with in my wuntor rebellion days. it was so akward seeing my son with this weird look in his eyes like he wanted to end my life. he then began to speak in an oddly soothing but very demonic voice. "you think the knife is a gift from gods, but you couldnt kill me and you know the odds of me getting you to die are far more likely than you killing me on god....." i couldnt take it anymore..... i lunged with my knife and stabbed his head as hard as i could. his head busted open like a ballon and all kinds of gore and juice came out..... like that scene from scanners. ..............i sat there................. holding my sons dead body. i then began to hear very loud sirens in the distance..... i had to run. i got in my ferrari enzo and began to drive at the miles of 99. i was crying because this might be the end of my sorry life. and because my son is dead.... i drove for a day and a half then my car just abruptly stopped. i was outta gas. GOD NO PLEASE GOD WHY WHY WHY I WANNA DIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







the cops finally found me.............it was over. i was sentenced to prison for life without the possibility of parole. dang.

life in prison was hard. i lived in a cell all by myself and there were only 7 prisoners in the prison. i didnt like any of them. they hated me and would constantly tell me they wanted to make my butthole big.




fast forward 8 months and i was a sorry shadow of my self. i had no body to count on. and i couldnt call my friends from the wuntor rebellion. i had noone...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................then............................................i was just so tired...i wanted it to be all over...... so.......... i put up and rope and tied it the ceiling. i then grabbed a chair and stood on top of it.............................................................................i grabbed the rope and began to swing on it. i hit the wall and BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM i busted that wall and and made my escape. i got one of the cars in the prison parking lot(it was a ford pinto) and i began whipping while listening to kenny g. i drove to my house and got my phone. i checked my sons room and his body was not there.... just some crime scene tape. i called my friends from the wuntor rebellion and told them to help me. they did by bringing me a space shuttle to go to there home planet. pwderpac land...............

when I got to powderpack land I was trying to find somewhere to stay. all I could find however was a shack and a couple of old newspaper and a whole in the ground. I guess that was where I was supposed to move my bowels. one of my friends called me and told me he had a house he had bought that I could stay in, and a dog name 666 if I ever got lonely. I did not want to stay alone so I took the offer immediately and began to move my things into the house. boy was it big. it had a large flat screen tv and an old stack of fader magazines with some albums by odd future. I was not going to stay here for more than a year. I would leave to go back to earth after things calm down. triple 6 was a nice puppy. he was white with yellow eyes and he could talk. he read me bed time stories before I went to sleep and would fix me pancakes like I was the front man of gym class heroes. people loved watching movies in pp land (short for powder pack). they watched the room, birdemic and whats up. some of my very favorites! things were going swell. it had been a month since I had first moved to pp land and I was ready to go to the wuntor rebellion reunion dinner that they were having. I could not wait to see my N words again. so I get there and my friends all there. we are conversing about real crap and I am impressing them about my stories of killing my wife and my son. I began to get some food then BAP. I hear a very loud noise. the people we were fighting back in the war came in to kill us. I pulled a pistol outta my sock and began shooting so hard I killed three and injured 2 more. I then looked over..... all of my friends were dead. I did not no what to do. I ran to the door and ran outside. I grabbed triple 6 from my house and took him to the pp planetary switch airport. we boarded immediately and left to go back to earth. I guess I would be returning back to earth sooner than I had expected.


when i got back to earth my mom had sent me a package to my old house. i don't know why i went back there but all i know is that i went for some reason. i think it felt like a mixture of uncontrolled nostalgia and a little big of guilt and grief mixed in. triple 6 and i took the bus from the airport and i was eating some potatoes. triple 6 told me about an old man who was selling his 5 story house for a buck fifty and a prostitute, but i did not want to trade a women in for a place to lay my head. i looked to my left window and just like that we was at the bus stop right next to my house. i had no reason to be here but i felt it was important. triple 6 reminded me that it was very ignorant to come to my house since someone my realize who i am and turn me in to the pigs. i didn't care. i ran to the front steps of my house. i continued to walk when i felt myself step on something plastic feeling. it was a package. i quickly opened it and red to myself. dear kobe, i haven't heard from you for the last several years, and last i heard you weren't even on the darn planet. i guess you finally let the war life catch back up to you and you had to leave. i hope your son and wife are in good health and you take care of the ferrari enzo your father had given you. love "mom". tears were rolling down my face. i was so distraught. i did not even tell my mother about how i had killed my wife and son. and to make things worse. i did not even know where my ferrari was. i took the letter and went back to the bus stop. triple 6 was singing a song by clipse and i was holding back a mental breakdown. then i suddenly had an idea. i would move to paris for a couple of months and go see if there is any way i can find some answers and take my life to the normal route i wanted it to go.

after i got to the airport me and triple 6 were starving. so we took all the money from our savings for the past seven years and we ordered a private jet with a nice shower and a huge fridge. i used the money i got when i was discharged from the war, but i have no clue where triple 6 got his money. we got on the plane and everything was going along swimmingly. i had a huge plate of shrimp and chicken, plus. the pilot was a pretty nice guy. i asked him what he knew about paris. then he asked me why i was going, i told him i had no idea. i really just wanted to clear my head and see the eiffel tower. then he asked me why my pet was talking. i told him truthfully i didn't know, and he accepted my answer. we touched down to paris after a day and every one was A okay. until the pilot told me a secret. he said slowly and silently, "everyone in paris is here for a reason, but don't think you should find a reason to stay. i know who you are sir, and i'm willing to share those facts with you. stay in paris for more than a week and i will turn yourself into the police, and i will slit your dogs neck and eat him. capeesh? he then left...


i walked through paris in a daze. my life was a mess but at the same time i felt the most happy i had felt since i had heard to pimp a butterfly. triple six and i stayed at a hotel above an amazing cafe. i slept on the bed and triple six slept on the couch. my mind was going through all sorts of loops and my dreams were weird. i woke up to the smell of triple six cooking bacon and grits. yummy. fast forward a couple minutes later and me and triple 6 were walking down the street looking for something interesting to do. i took the time to go find info on how to get to the top of the eiffel tower, and when it would be open. me and triple 6 stayed in paris for 6 days. it was at five o clock in the afternoon on the sixth that i remembered. we gotta leave. so me and triple 6 took a bus to the eiffel tower to go see it before we left. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! that mug exploded and all sorts of gunfire began to errupt. it was the police. i heard over a loud speaker, KOBE SANDERS YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. i ran to the left and found a dead police officer with a gun. i picked it up and shot in the air. for some reason the police were targeting me, but the people in the streets were helping me fight. bop. bop bop bop. bop bop. got three of them. i ran to a corner and reloaded. i then realized. wheres triple 6? i ran as fast as i could to find him hanging on a police chopper biting the heck out of a police man. he jumped off into my arms and we ran to the nearest car and hid inside. when we hid in the car we heard loud gunshots and explosions. i could not believe i was there to see the friggin eiffel tower explode. it was the coolest thing but i was more worried at the moment about the cops catching me and sending me back to the pen. i couldn't let that happen. so i ran to the fight and started bustin' at um. then. i saw my private jet pilot. he yells "GET IN HOMIE". i'm confused at first because just 6 days ago he was threatening to kill my dog and take me back to the stoney lonesome. i get in and he starts laughing. he says "lemme explain. i was never planning on killing your dog and taking you to jail. i was just joking. i really knew all along that they were planning to kill you. they wanted me to go undercover because they been planning this since you touched down back on earth last week bro. I'm gonna be a nice gentleman and I'm finna fly you to the island i went to when i was under immense heat. the reason I'm helping you is because you should remember me." well i don't i replied. you'll know in time bro he said. so we set flight to this island and once again everything is going along swimmingly. I'm eating shrimp again. triple 6 is taking a shower and listening to off the wall. i loaned it to him because he had thriller, and i wanted to trade. the pilot was awesome. we became buddies on that plane. he told me and triple 6 an awesome story about when he beat up and killed a prisoner while he was in jail. he said he did it because he didn't want his butthole to be big. i could definitely relate. my dreams were weird like they had been, but they were understandable. i saw my son, and my wife. they were happy without me. darn.


we touch down at the island. it is beautiful. i see all kinds of palm trees and animals. and at the top there is an old man on a mountain. the pilot told me that was his dad. i asked why did he go hideout here when he was wanted, the pilot says its because his dad owns it, and its too secluded for anyone to know about. i mean really secluded. it took us 4 days to get here because the pilot got lost 66 times. right up under the mountain there was an awesome looking hut. that was about 55 stories like a hotel. we go inside and the pilot says him and his dad built all by there selves. i pick the 33rd floor because of the view, and triple 6 chooses the same. its got two beds a flatscreen tv and a fridge. a nice shower, and a bath the size of a classroom. 3 hours later me and the pilot along with triple 6 are sitting on the first floor along with the old man. the pilot begins. dad, this is my new friend kobe. along side his friendly and sophisticated dog. triple 6. the old man says hi, my name is rope. and this is my son who you already know. I told the old man that I did know his son, but I didn't know his name. the pilot then confessed. you don't know me yet. you will however when the time is right. the moment in time isn't perfect to tell you. you still have so much stuff to learn. I was confused. besides me not understanding what was going on everything was ballin. I was in my room watching my favorite movie by the mastermind tommy wiseau. the room. triple 6 was brushing his teeth and we were ready to call it a day. fast forward 17 months. everything is good. the pilot and I are like tyler and earl back in 2010. I hang out with him a lot. triple 6 however is like my blood brother. ive only known him about a year and some months, but he is my homie to the day I die I swear. the days are fine for me. the nights are not. I began to lose the ability to sleep. I sweat and I feel like someone is watching me. my dreams are lucid. I can feel myself doing something that I shouldn't do, but the consequences haven't arisen yet. when I wake up I am in tears, but most of the time I have no idea why I am crying. triple 6 comforts me. he tells me a story of why he got the name triple 6. he says he was born on june 6, 2006. he says his mom was a part of this rare race of talking dogs called puterbacks. he says when is mom gave birth she looked at her phone and the date was 6 6 6. she thought I was evil, he says. so she took me to an orphanage. he says the kids bullied him because of the day he was born. and that the cruel nickname just stuck. he was then adopted by one of my friends from the wuntor rebellion days, but soon abandoned triple 6 because he bought another house so triple 6 was there by himself. then a year later I move into the house, me and triple 6 become bros and everything is kosher. I go to breakfast the next morning only to find a note. come to the grave. I do. I am then shocked to find that the pilots dad was dead. I killed him, the pilot says slowly. I ask why. the pilot remains silent. he looks at me for a long time. a very long time. I feel weird, actually. I feel happy. I feel like maybe the pilot will kill me next and that the world wont care. I feel like I'm one step closer to seeing my son and wife. I feel like I have a one way ticket to paradise. I contemplate whether I should asked the pilot to kill me or not. I feel like I should, but would he do it? I asked myself so many questions in my head within the 17 point 5 seconds I stared into the pilots eyes. I ask my self, would he do it, how would triple 6 feel, would my wife love me when I found her, would my son? will I ever even see my pride and joys. or is my vision of paradise just a fabrication so I can give my self an excuse to hope something. I then begin to realize that I'm miserable. just as I begin to open my mouth to say my wish to die, the pilot puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. he falls into the open grave with his father. me and triple 6 close the grave and put up a cross tombstone with the words rip rope and pilot. triple 6 is very silent. I have no more emotion. we both silently walk into the hotel hut. I cry myself to sleep.





everything is weird for that year. its just me and triple 6. I guess we had no choice but to stay at the island. we couldn't fly the plane, only the pilot could. I missed the pilot, and his dad. they were so funny, they always seemed to love me triple 6, and each other. why would the pilot kill his own father. I thought long and hard. then I thought about my self. no, I said silently. I had a reason to kill my wife and son. the pilot didn't. or did he? did I even have a reason to kill my son? my wife? maybe I was just as bad as those criminals I stayed with in that prison when I got arrested. me and triple six didn't talk. we just sat in our rooms. we wouldn't dare go outside. that grave was a reminder of something we didn't want to remember. it had only been 4 months since the pilot and his dad died, but it felt like I had remembered this since I was a child, and it wouldn't stop haunting me. I grew a beard. triple 6 stopped being so sophisticated. he drunk. he smoked. I would hear him screaming at night when I was trying to sleep. that was the only time we talked. when he got drunk. he would come in my room and cry. he would scream at me and blame me for the pilots death. he would take a gun and put it to his head, only to pull the trigger and find that it had no bullets in it. he would then throw the gun and pass out. my dreams were rough. they were back to being crazy, and I couldn't understand the concept. it would be blurry pictures of me and wife. me and my son. what was happening with me.


after about a year after all that happened with the pilot. we began to run out of food supply. GO GET US SOME FOOD YOU PUNK, triple 6 would say. NO! I would yell back. that's when we would fight. it happened on a sunday. I was watching the news on what little service we had on those stupid tvs, we were too far from civilization to even get nickelodeon. I would watch it to stay in touch with civilization. then all of the sudden my door was slammed open. it was triple 6. GO GET US SOME FOOD YOU STUPID HUMAN YOU KNOW THAT IM HUNGRY I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT AND RAPE YOUR WIFE FAGGOT!!! that's when I stood up. THATS E. NUFF. I yelled. I swung 18 times on him and darn near busted his neck open. he then swung and punched me in the gut. then he tackled me and we busted out the window, into the sandy sand. boy did that hurt. triple 6 got up and punched the air. he then collapsed to his knees. he was crying. we gotta forget this ever happened he yelled. I was silent. I just kind of stared at the ground. I looked up slowly. maybe we should kill ourselves. he looked at me and said. maybe. the palm trees had bamboo on them, and the bamboo was strong. we would use that. fast forward to 8 p m. me and triple 6 were standing on a chair, with the bamboo tied around our necks, and on the ceiling. suddenly. my life flashed before my eyes. I thought about my son was dead, and how I never found the Ferrari Enzo my dad gave me, I hadn't even spoken to my dad, or mom. I thought about how maybe I should have just stayed in jail. maybe I should have never even met my wife. maybe. my life would be worth living. I closed my eyes. I couldn't do it. I couldn't let my self end my life this way. I turned to triple 6 to tell him we shouldn't do it. it was too late. triple 6 was dead. I couldn't save him. he had already died by the time I made my decision to continue living. he had been dead since the pilot and his dad died. he was just alive until now because his brain was working. but his soul and his mind was gone. triple 6 was buried next to the pilot and his dad. I didn't put a tomb stone. I just glued a rock to the ground that had a picture of him on it. there were too many memories to keep going on this island. I had to leave.




I watched a movie on the tv about flying. but I knew I couldn't do it. so I went to the mountain that surrounded the island to go get some wood. I found a cave. I walked in it. there was al sorts of petty water falls in the cave. (it was a very large and long cave.) I walked through and saw so much mushroom. they lit up and guided me, or at least it felt like it. I finally got to this weird looking place. it had a huge lit up water fall and odd music was playing. it was flute based and sounded like the epsilon music from GTA 5. I began to walk around. there was another pathway. I walked through it. I was greeted with a train looking thing that had an automated voice. board the train, go to spain, or anywhere you want my friend. go back home, or to the throne, wherever you feel most safe. I got in the train. inside was a weird looking tablet, and some food. I turned on the tablet. it said, destination: America. so I pressed it. then it asked where in America. I put in my address. then the tablet asked year. so I put in before my wife and son died. when the war was first over. the train began. the automated voice said. destination will be reached in 3 days. so I sat in the train. it had a bed, some windows, and a couple of fridges with really good food. I fell asleep. when I awoke I was in the friggin air! the train was flying. it was so high all I saw was clouds. when it got night time I was still in the train. the night sky was beautiful. then it came a massive storm. the automated voice said. stay calm. remain in bed. the storm will be over shortly. so I went to sleep. It was the third day. I wondered if when I got home. it would be at an early date. then I remembered. I put in present day! I was so upset. I could clearly remember putting in when my wife and son were alive. but the tablet said I would arrive in present day. the train began to lower. it was clear that I was in the states. I could see it. it was my house. I also forgot that I hadn't even bought the house until after I had revived my son, when mike jack told me so. I guess I would be home. my wuntor rebellion buds were all dead. my friend triple 6 was dead. the pilot was dead. rope was dead. my wife was dead. the man my wife cheated on me with was dead. and my son. dead. everyone I cared for was dead. except my parents. but I had no idea where they were. we hadn't spoken in years. I was too busy. I had forgotten. my Ferrari Enzo was gone, and I had no idea where it was. when I landed at my house. it was so haunting. but it was serene. I opened the door. I checked my sons old room. the police tape was gone. I walked into the living room. I was then greeted by a familiar voice. hi honey, did you have a good time at the wuntor reunion? I turned around. it was my wife. my son followed behind her. HEY DAD. he yelled in a sweet and happy sounding voice. he hugged me and went in to the living room to watch adventure time. I was so confused. by the time my wife was dead. my son was dead. and when I brought him back to life. he was a boy and his mom was dead. when I killed him. he was 15. how was it present day, and my wife looks like she did when I was younger and still with her, and how does my son look 5. by the time he was 5. his mother was dead! she died when he was a toddler. I was just so confused. I ran into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked the same, but my beard was gone and I was dressed how I was when I was with my wife. I decided to stop worrying about all this confusion and live my life happy. I was happy. my son and I were back together and me and my wife were so close. I got a job as manager of kfc and made 44 bucks a minute. and I started getting called rope, because I could rope customers in to buying expensive stuff. for some reason that name sounded familiar, but whatever. my son started selling drugs and he got in trouble with the law. so I used the money that I had to buy a secluded island and build a hut that had 55 floors. I did this so he could hide out. I felt like someone had done that before. whatever. my son then straightened out and finished school with flying colors. we then went to college and studied on how to be a plane pilot. I felt like I knew someone who I did that too. anyways... I get old. my wife dies of natural causes. so I sell the house and go to live on the island in that hotel hut. I faintly remember having a dog. he could talk. whatever. well one day I'm chilling on the island and my son flies in. he gets out and two other people do too. a young man. and a dog. it could talk. I was more nostalgic almost than weirded out. but what intrigued me most was the man with the dog. he was young and looked kinda like me. his name was also kobe. it was cool hanging around him, he didn't know my name was the same though, he just knew me as rope. i get know the two very well. and me and my son tell them stories all the time. i guess i get to know kobe and the dog whose name is triple 6 real well. i feel like i know triple 6. about a year passes and I'm gardening. my son walks out with me. we start talking and I'm listening real well. he then pulls out a gun. he puts it to my head. hes got huge tears in his eyes and hes silent. that's when i remember. i remember being in prison after killing my son, then getting out and going back to see my wuntor rebellion buddies, then meeting a dog named triple 6. then meeting a pilot man who helped me escape my second run in with the police and taking me to. this island. that's where i met a man named rope. that was the pilots dad. i remember not knowing who the pilot was, but he seemed like he knew me. i remember the pilot killing his dad, and then killing himself. i remember getting on train from inside a cave and going home, only to find that my son and wife were alive and were normal. my life was normal. that's why i had that dream my son was going to kill me. i knew it meant something. that's why i killed him. that's why my life was in shambles. but it was better than what was about to happen. i realized the pilot from that long time ago was my son, and that the old man named rope was me. that's why the pilot killed his dad, because he was getting revenge. revenge on his dad. his dad was me, and the pilot was my son. i knew i had a reason to kill my son. if i wouldn't have revived my son again. this would have never happened. i turn to my son. don't kill me. i spent all this time trying to get you back and you're just gonna kill me. i thought for a moment. i thought about it. maybe i can run and tell myself that i don't need to revive my son.... i make break for it. GET BACK HERE. my son yells i run into the hut and slam the door and i lock it. i jump up and run to the 33rd floor. i knock on the door loud. kobe answers. he says, rope.... what are you doing.... i was asleep...... I CANT EXPLAIN. DONT BRING YOUR SON BACK USING THAT MAGICAL TRAIN. ITS NOT WORTH IT. TRIPLE 6 WILL DIE AND ITS NOT WORTH IT. he says ok.... i understand. then. i turn around and i get shot. I'm dead. but the younger version of myself isn't. with my last few minutes of life i see kobe and triple six kill the pilot a k a my son and run out and jump into the plane. with that happening my life returns. my whole time line is changed, and before i can even blink I'm in the plane flying with my homie triple 6. my son and wife are still dead, and we finally get back to America. we go to California and do all kinds of cool things. i began to lose the ability to remember about being old with my son as a pilot. because the timeline is erased, that's why i wrote all of this in this journal. so i can remember and learn from my mistake, and not let my son and wife live. i should have kept him dead when the gods told me to. and i forgot my wife cheated on me, so she deserved death. so yeah, me and triple six are out here in the cali area. maxing. i finally met up with my parents again and i live in an even bigger crib. pardon my French. but FUCK MY FUCKING WIFE AND KID. that were literally the death of me, plus. my homie triple 6 is so cool. the timeline is way different. but hey. its all good, i wrote it all in this journal. to remember not to trust my instinct to bring my wife and son back to life. to make things even better. I'm out here with the Ferrari Enzo. i found it bruh bruh! my life is so cool. I'm glad i let my son and wife die. peace out.