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I used ta git all up in tha mess hall n' smoke wit tha other lil playas mah freshmen year n' I had all dem sparkz of hope I might straight-up rap ta one of mah thugs when lil playas would near mah table ta eat. But every last muthafuckin time there was a remote chizzle dat I could gotz a meal up in tha company of others they would stare towardz me, no one eva make eye contact wit me, n' then just strutt away n' find another table ta sit at. I prefer tha library betta than tha mess hall anyway, much on tha fuckin' down-lowa n' I've grown ta ludd readin eva since I've been wiped from existence.

 

 

While struttin home I was thankin bout Huck n' how tha fuck he ran away n' then pretty soon I was thankin bout hustlin away mah dirty ass. I dropped tha whole afternoon plannin what tha fuck I was goin ta do. I had no scrilla ta mah name n' no experience at all except at bein self-reliant. I figured dat dat shiznit was betta than nothing. I figured mah dopest bet would be ta head south. If I go past Altec Rd n' all up in tha forest there be a graveyard dat I'll chill at tonight.