Wednesday and my body is still bruised up from yesterday. I don't know how I even met them people or they just met me. I'm just confused, maybe a cig will help me get right. I was wondering what was taking Devin so long to come and get here. Maybe he overslept, who knows. I started walking to the bus stop and I didn't bring my book bag because I wasn't going to school. Not today maybe tomorrow though.

I see Mark pulling up and says "Wattup Folk". I say whats up like always, he asked me am I ready. Ready for what? Ready to make this money thats what, oh yeah let's do it, even though I didn't mean it but I hopped in the truck. We was riding to some rich neighborhood I think. Its called Hillside and its a good place. Its 6pm, Mark and I was looking for a house to steal shit from. Well at least get some get stuff from there house.