Damn.. life aint ever what you think it's gonna be. You plant your garden, weed it, water it, and in the end even if your crop grows strong a storm can come take it alll away. I never thought I'd be anything more than what I set out to be: A wicked skank ready to take on anyone and do anything, no care for myself or anyone else. Having kids changed that, though. They make you strong, and they make  you weak, because you gotta change for them, but you also gotta protect them. Someone can hurt you through them, and that is some fucking shit that hits HARDER than when someone fucks with me. Lately, all this shit has me stressed, and still having to strive. Two grandkids on the way. I'm NOT EVEN FORTY and these kids have made me a stereotype, lol.. The end of my family.. AGAIN. Losing the Reapers and Cym while I was locked up was one thing.. losing everyone that was part of The Set is another. WE built that. WE made that, and without them I couldn't have had what I have now. It's so bittersweet, you know? Nah, it ain't even that, it's just.. sad. I'm still standing , though, as are they.. we just standing alone, and it sucks. Not like I havent been here before, but.. damn it's rough. I wont give up though. In this town, you need a family, a team, a crew, because these motherfuckers got NO sense. And.. I aint trying to have my little Stepford Wife rep, if that's what I got, fucked up. Got to hide the crazy. Got to find a team. More than that, though.. I got to take care of biz the old way. They don't understand anything else, and I see that now. Random thoughts on paper, lol! Better get moving, the day is passing..