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i love my boyz……………. i’ve kept the same friends since i was in high school and twenty years later, some have come and gone, but it’s still the same core……….. i don’t have a lot of close friends, I don’t want to.  aquaintances, just come and go but real boys won’t go away even if you sprayed them with mace and killed their dog. cause the next day it’s squashed……………….. my boys are my boys cause we all got something in common. we all roll solo.. like samurais… too powerful to all be in one place at one time…. maybe it’s just a coincidence, maybe it’s a bit lonely at times, maybe it’s just how we were raised. but whatever it is, i respect that shit… that’s confidence. that’s hard……………….   fuck the frat boys. fuck the entourage and even the show. fuck la’ party de sausages… that is lame. that is weakness. that’s being a sheep…. we’re lone fuckin’ wolves baby…………………..i like that i can visit my boys in different parts of town and each one’s world it totally different and they never collide. from cops, to drug dealers, horny photographers, to ex chinese gangsters, to evil geniuses, to the guy who’s never wrong………………….. we rolls dolo, not in herds… when confronted by numbers, one is enough… when knocked down, we help ourselves up… that’s why it’s called being a “man”……………….. right now, things are tough all over for a few of my boys, but that’s how we like it…. we’re underdogs, unfortunately know one told us we are supposed to lose. So I’m not worried, they’ll get through it, and if they need a hand, they always know I got two right here. And vice versa………………. My boys. Each one, taking the hardest path possible, getting to where he wants to be, but in the end, i know we will all get there. We will meet,  sit together, share drinks, tell stories of our adventures, our successes, our greatest victories and  have ourselves a well deserved laugh……………………. And when the sun rises, we will look down the grassy hill side, down at those insecure little sheep, and sharpen our fangs… Finally we will hunt as a pack and start choosing the fate of others. Like how it was meant to be. This I know…………………In the mean time.  We will be watching from the shadows, honing our skills, biding our time, aging strong n smooth like a fine single malt………………..You’ve been warned.