Sunday, March 16, 1997

Well, the cock just came blasting in. Not too loud and not with much bass, but I still didn’t appreciate it, and I went outside and called out to him about 4 different times, but he wouldn’t answer me and he wouldn’t get out of his Jeep till I came back into the house, the rude, selfish little fuck. This goes to disprove Tom’s theory. If she had a problem with his music, she’d certainly have a problem with it at this hour. And why would he be coming to see the kid at this hour?

I have somewhat of a vibe saying he’s gonna be around more often and if I’m right, and if he goes back to his old shit, I’ll set him straight so damn fast that he won’t know what hit him.

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