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I'm so tired, I had went to the city with a close friend to find out tomorrow he's leaving for 12 months to the bronx, a small facility he has to go to for one year otherwise he's going to jail. it's upsetting, i feel really bad but yet again things have their way of working out.
I figure, I'm going ot visit him once a month, 12 months are 12 visits. Time should fly by pretty quick, at least I hope so. He's going to start a small bootlegging thing in there, sell cigarettes and calling card time to people that have no quarters. Since you can't work in a cell, we figure the best thing to do for him to be comfortable in there is to sell things and get rid of them quickly to people who have to be there for years and years, making them customers that always come back. Simple things like cigarettes, calling cards, small electronic devices like radios and other things that aren't allowed there. Can't do nothing with gambling because he's not trying to stay there anymore time than he's supposed to.
My job's going to be sitting home and getting letters, and writing them, weekly. Visits are monthly, I have to smuggle what he's going to sell in there. Which shouldn't be a biggie, as long as it helps him. If it's big than I'll get something out of it too, but he has debts with his girl, me and this other kid from the neighborhood, which he needs to pay back and quick as possible would be better as possible.
I also have to take care of his girlfriend, being that another close friend goes incarcerated which leaves me to take care of things while he's gone, completely sucks man. but it's an issue of respect, and that's what we have.
While he's gone I'm either going to work in a liquor store or a cell phone store. If I land the liquor store job than I'll be legit, working doing what I like best being around what I like best. If I land the cell phone job, I'm going to run something on the side. Probably more bootlegging, either phones or accessories. I need to pull through more money, not just for me but for my family also.
New York's changed since I was eighteen man, things are so different. I have finals coming up, God knows how I'm doing in school. I don't think I'm going to do too well, not this time around. The website thing is doing good, I'm getting two thousand hits a day and it's growing. I'm thinking about making it a pay-site with yearly subscriptions. That should generate thousands of dollars, but who knows. I'm playing it smart, letting the hits grow more and more and than bang!, slap them with a fee that's going to have me sitting infront of my computer in boxers, smoking a cigar and drinking martini while watching my account get filled up with money, heh.. What a dream.
If I get on my feet while this kid's still gone I'm going to pay his debt to his girlfriend and the other kid, God knows I want to. I need to be able ot take care of my self first before anything though. However, I like to provide for friends, or should I say my only close friend.
I don't have any other vents in my mind to write about, oh, no wait, Jenn still text messeges me every fucking day. That cocksucking bitch, when will she ever learn. Still I haven't even once wrote her back and every night I get three messeges, and they're the same every day. I think she copies and pastes them or something over & over.
I think I fell inlove with this girl named Julie, I had her in my math class about a year ago. I seen her in school two days ago, wow.. What a girl. I can't tell her I like her because I'm not exactly in the place yet to show feelings to someone like that. This girl works, does well in school, does no drugs and is so fucking beautiful it hurts. I like that, she's smart too. Makes me feel good there's still a few good girls out there, but I still say fuck it. Women will only slow me down on the road from rags to riches. I don't think I could handle another relationship, or another bunch of lies in other words.
I'm going to miss my boyyyy man.. I hope God's with us on this one.
I figure, I'm going ot visit him once a month, 12 months are 12 visits. Time should fly by pretty quick, at least I hope so. He's going to start a small bootlegging thing in there, sell cigarettes and calling card time to people that have no quarters. Since you can't work in a cell, we figure the best thing to do for him to be comfortable in there is to sell things and get rid of them quickly to people who have to be there for years and years, making them customers that always come back. Simple things like cigarettes, calling cards, small electronic devices like radios and other things that aren't allowed there. Can't do nothing with gambling because he's not trying to stay there anymore time than he's supposed to.
My job's going to be sitting home and getting letters, and writing them, weekly. Visits are monthly, I have to smuggle what he's going to sell in there. Which shouldn't be a biggie, as long as it helps him. If it's big than I'll get something out of it too, but he has debts with his girl, me and this other kid from the neighborhood, which he needs to pay back and quick as possible would be better as possible.
I also have to take care of his girlfriend, being that another close friend goes incarcerated which leaves me to take care of things while he's gone, completely sucks man. but it's an issue of respect, and that's what we have.
While he's gone I'm either going to work in a liquor store or a cell phone store. If I land the liquor store job than I'll be legit, working doing what I like best being around what I like best. If I land the cell phone job, I'm going to run something on the side. Probably more bootlegging, either phones or accessories. I need to pull through more money, not just for me but for my family also.
New York's changed since I was eighteen man, things are so different. I have finals coming up, God knows how I'm doing in school. I don't think I'm going to do too well, not this time around. The website thing is doing good, I'm getting two thousand hits a day and it's growing. I'm thinking about making it a pay-site with yearly subscriptions. That should generate thousands of dollars, but who knows. I'm playing it smart, letting the hits grow more and more and than bang!, slap them with a fee that's going to have me sitting infront of my computer in boxers, smoking a cigar and drinking martini while watching my account get filled up with money, heh.. What a dream.
If I get on my feet while this kid's still gone I'm going to pay his debt to his girlfriend and the other kid, God knows I want to. I need to be able ot take care of my self first before anything though. However, I like to provide for friends, or should I say my only close friend.
I don't have any other vents in my mind to write about, oh, no wait, Jenn still text messeges me every fucking day. That cocksucking bitch, when will she ever learn. Still I haven't even once wrote her back and every night I get three messeges, and they're the same every day. I think she copies and pastes them or something over & over.
I think I fell inlove with this girl named Julie, I had her in my math class about a year ago. I seen her in school two days ago, wow.. What a girl. I can't tell her I like her because I'm not exactly in the place yet to show feelings to someone like that. This girl works, does well in school, does no drugs and is so fucking beautiful it hurts. I like that, she's smart too. Makes me feel good there's still a few good girls out there, but I still say fuck it. Women will only slow me down on the road from rags to riches. I don't think I could handle another relationship, or another bunch of lies in other words.
I'm going to miss my boyyyy man.. I hope God's with us on this one.