Regular day at the trap is what it seemed. I was working with the squad slapping the mud while Skippy accidentally gives us a 'silent whisper.' It was like initiation all over again. I looked into his eyes and he looked like he was proud of what he had done. What he didn't know is that he could have killed us all. Skippy has a gift that he himself doesn't know about and I am scared to tell him. We are going to use this ability against those who are our enemies, who are little to no one. We had talk within the group about releasing our debut mixtape. Our new single is called El Pollo Loco (Mixmaster Muddy ft. South America).
It's Friday and it's sad to leave the house we've been working on for five days. So far I've tried to get out of my comfort zone as much as I could've which proved to be one of the hardest things. I've managed to talk to bonners I really don't talk to that much just enough to establish amiability. The food never ceases to surprise and amaze me. Skippy is still adjusting to the food. He learned the hard way, while we suffered along with him. Van life is approaching. Beware.
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