*So I was one of those kids that always fighters in the barrio because I like trouble, I was always alone, my mom died, my dad? He left me when I was 8 and my mom well she was in depression and after days she died. And well I had to work alone and at school? I always got in fights because I have anger issues, after years I moved over to Money Mexico with my Tio Que le decían “el chato”* 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚘- 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶 *now I’m 19 years old, estaba en la jugada pasando mercansia para mi Tio (drugs)* 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚢: 𝟷𝟸: 𝟷𝟻 𝚊𝚖: : : *I walked up to my Tio, we leave in a giant house. All the time he had girls over his house, ALL THE TIME, parties, drinks, cervezas, mota, drogas you know what I mean. I was in the couch watching my phone. Music loud. Morritas? Dancing in my face, trying to get my attention but I didn’t care, I was too bored and then my Tio came up to me and said* Tio- hey mijo, why don’t you go dance with the morras? Están bien buenas. Vente. Me- no Tio, the truth is that ninguna me gusta, ando down Tio- bueno, well if your not going to dance or drink, or do anything else with the girls go to sleep, mañana tenemos que salir template para Colombia, we have business to do *he winked (drogas)* Me- ok Tio I’ll go in a lil- *my face went pale when I see Guest so HOT, a$$? So round and fluffy, and we don’t don’t talk about “las nenas” if you know what I mean* *my Tio catch me staring and laughs* Tio- ahhhh ya vi que te gusta la nueva no? Her name is Guest she came yesterday night, she’s new new, si la quieres take her. Me- yea she’s hot as hell Tio, I’ll go up to her… *then I go up to her* what’s us nena? What’s your name? *close enough she can feel me*