"WHEN I STEPPED OUT tha fuck into tha bright sunlight from tha darknizz of tha porno house, I had only two thangs on mah mind: Pizzle Newman n' a ride home. I was wishin I looked like Pizzle Newman--- he looks tough n' I don't--- but I guess mah own looks aren't so bad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I have light-brown, almost-red afro n' greenish-gray eyes. I wish they was mo' gray, cuz I don't give a fuck bout most muthafuckas dat have chronic eyes yo, but I gotta be content wit what tha fuck I have. My fuckin afro is longer than a shitload of thugs wear theirs, squared off up in back n' long all up in tha front n' sides yo, but I be a greaser n' most of mah hood rarely bothers ta git a haircut. Besides, I look mo' betta wit long hair.
I had a long-ass strutt home n' no company yo, but I probably lone it anyway, fo' no reason except dat I gotta peep pornos undisturbed so I can git tha fuck into dem n' live dem wit tha hustlas. When I peep a porno wit one of mah thugs itz kind of uncomfortable, like havin one of mah thugs read yo' book over yo' shoulder n' shit. I be different dat way. I mean, mah secondÂ-crazy oldschool brother, Soda, whoz ass is sixteen-going-on-seventeen, never cracks a funky-ass book at all, n' mah crazy oldschool brother, Darrel, whoz ass we call Darry, works too long n' hard ta be horny bout a rap or drawin a picture, so I aint like em fo' realz. And no muthafucka up in our gang digs pornos n' books tha way I do. For a while there, I thought I was tha only thug up in tha ghetto dat done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! So I loned dat shit."
