Grandma's prediction was true!
Charly and Flow. London Posse.
John taught me how to shoot.
Then Charly and i went to Bayside in Queens to my mate Bert Kraks tattoo shop. 2 tatts in half hour, he is serious. Then we went to the sickest reggae night!
Then we got the ferry to Staten Island in the middle of the night 'cos John had never been. We sat outside at the front and drunk cider from a bottle, bums.
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