BloodLetters of a lone Emcee

8:22 AM... huh.

15th September, Canada. my house.

so it's been 3 days since my second year of high school started.

I decided the entertainment industry would ('possibly') be my career. Guess I'll see if it's true that all you need to make it big is a simple coin toss, huh. picked up the most dope looking coin I could find then went to school.

(hobo nickels . org) the one with a girls face half covered by her hair and UwU insects on it, 1936. the tails side is the one with LIBERTY, Hobo, 1938, the one about gears)

At school, a bunch of different friend groups started to converge and talk about stuff. to me, it was filler.

yet, some smart-ass thought making a scene would boost his notoriety, I guess.

Dumbass just picked the wrong target.

the gangster wannabe pointed me out and said "Rain, I heard you still suckin' dick, that true?" Without missing a beat he continued "Cuz' me and the boiiis

are looking for the best blowjob there is"

I stopped, looked at him and said "then look no further then your posse of retards, you all bombed so many exams that I'm even surprised your still here. I wouldn't dare show off before the true campus masters when it came to 'blow' things"