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HardcorePete's Journal
Below are the 2 most recent journal entries.
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2002.08.26 09.44
Homies in a throw-down
Dear Slim,
I got your letter, homey. It made me feel all right with the world. I've been under some stress cause of some trouble with my posse here in Smalls. Don't worry, they all reckanize who is in charge, but still. Shit runs deep between us and I like to think I kinda look out for them all. You know how it is. It's a big job, having everyone look to me for leadership and shit like that, but somebody's gotta step up, right? 'S why I hate it when mah boyz ( ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) clarkster -N- whittrash ) are at going head to head. Just not right. Puts a brother on end, right? I'm like, think of the brother, y'all. But of course, nobody ever does except when I fuck up. It's like when the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. said that thing about injustice. You know what I'm sayin here. Just like that.
Speaking of injustice. You'll never believe this. My man Clark is now telling me that apparently I fell prey to another one of The Man's evil machinations to take down the Ross family last week. There was some kinda mutant flower that breathed shit into your face and made you go whack. Apparently I finally unloaded about how I really felt about The Man. Right to his face!! Hee! And I had a gun and everything! I am such a badass! Yeah, you know it! You know it! I bet The Man thinks twice before trying to steal my best friend again, yo.
Now I got to know where I can get me more of that mutant flower. If I find somebody's extra stash I'll send you some and maybe you can grow some and get the other inmates to smoke it or something useful like that. I know you was always the enterprisin' sort, Slim, just like the rest of us Rosses. I'mma hit up this Doctor Hamilton guy and see if he can point me in the right direction for some stash. I know he knows the lowdown, and he's the only other brother in town, so I know he'll be down with that.
It's too bad I don't remember anything I did whilst under the influence of the mutant flower, cause I'm hearin' that I also got the cojones to try to mack on my girl Chloe. Yeah, boyeee, you know she was all over that like white on rice!!
And, yeah, I know you said I should watch out for Clark, seein' as he's about as whitebread as Sunbeam, but you know, Clark's not like that. I can't really put it into words without soundin' like a damn fairy. But Clark isn't like other people around here. I mean. He's adopted so who knows where he's really from? Maybe he's from someplace really far away where everybody's brown. Like Cambodia, or Morocco, or Compton.
Anyway, Slim, gotta go study for trig. I got a study group with Chloe and Lana (who is definitely adopted). Yeah, I'm all set with the ladies. Hehehehehe.
Stay strong, brother. We shall overcome. Don't let the bastards grind ya down. Fight the power. Power to the people.
Hehehehehehe. Pete Ross is schooled, yo.
Sincerely,
Pete.
Mood:  bouncy
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2002.08.06 01.35
Letter 1
Hey Slim,
I told you I would write you while you were in the slammer, so here I am. Let me tell you something. Even though they found your finger prints on that stuff, I believe you, man. I swear, the police are just a bunch of puppets with The Man's hand up their collective asses. Believe me, I know.
Fucking Smallville cops. They're the worst. My old girl (fly white hoochie)starts suckin the fat out of animals and no one says a word - cause, well, you know. But I drive my mom's Mercedes one night, and I know they are watchin me, yo. They didn't stop me, but I know they wanted to.
And you know if it was my sister Kathy sucking the fat out of animals, everybody woulda been all "Well you know why she's sucking the fat out of animals..."
And I want you to know, Slim, that just cause you are in the slammer, don't mean jack. I know you were just put there by The Man. We are always getting left behind by the man. Like my best friend Clark left me behind for The Man here. The Man's name is Lex Luthor. Clark is as lily white as Luthor is, but Clark used to be down, man.
But ever since he started hanging out with The Man, he's all about "Pete, why you gotta talk like you are from the ghetto." See what I mean!? I tell him I'm in the ghetto of the mind, yo. He rolled his damn eyes at me. Then later he said he couldn't watch the new Wayans brothers DVD I bought cause he had to go do something with The Man.
It's like, Luthor drives 40 mph over the speed limit past the cops and all they do is fucking wave at him. Shit, my brother got a ticket for only going 20 mph over!
Imma put a cap in The Man's ass one of these days. Like, if I ever get a gun.
Shiiiiit, when you get out you gotta come to Smalls. You won't believe some of the shit that goes down here, man. Damn conspiracy against the brother, is what it is, straight up. I'm not the only one saying that, either. My phat journalist friend, Chloe, agrees. Chloe likes to keep it extra real with a fucking side of reality. Don't worry though! I always remember what you schooled me about not bein able to trust chicks.
Slim, I want you to know, whatever you need, I got your back. I gotta go. Moms is taking us to the new Martin movie.
I bet ain't no one but us Rosses there.
Pete
Mood:  cranky
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