Monday, June 22, 2009

rasin to basin

you can tell all the old war stories i don't think you are ready to hear mine ,when i think about the places i have been the bad things i have seen and the criminals and violent offenders and the drug addicts sticking steel right into there necks fuck its like a movie No a thousand movies horrors and dramas family films and porno and the places i lived rehabs and prisons and youth camps and detention center to mansions and beaches hills and parks cars and vans streets and closets .....fukon farmers hill... shout out to phil natale and bruce and dugan the summer we went to vegas and dale died in the van wreck ....and the love i got for the lutzs letting me sleep in their basement when i was 14 ....and muta remember st gaberials schoolfor the boys the bruder house .........they would hunt you down if you escaped and you know that i escaped from everywhere..............they came to get me at your house they surrounded the place and i never told you that i was a skipper and they wanted me .....i left without incident ..but when i returned to philly all had changed ...bruno shot and killed ...me in lockup.at st gabes ....

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