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Aviation'n school for new pilots Started by: One81 on Aug 28, '22 04:21

Jack Burrow and Will Keroauc sat in the front of a beat up jalopy. The 2 cops chit chatted back and forth with One81 that sat stretched out in the back. They were coverin' his ass while he took his time to think of how he was gonna sell his knowledge now. He took one look at his MeeMaw's note before noddin' in agreeance with the ideas tossed his way. I love you, written in simple cursive is all his great-grandma had left for him to read. He quickly snaps his head port side, a pop in the right side of his neck could be heard inside is own head. He pushes the door open and walks to the wall ahead. 

ferr one hunnid grand I'll give you the knowledge you seek

make it 250k and i'Ll teach ye tah swimm

He finishes up his tag on the wall, wonderin' if any of the idiot clicker clacker's realized that they drove away the real'st ol' monkeyyz that anyone could find by wastin' their time trackin' every little move people beneath them made. The head of his heart felt compelled to keep a'goin'n goin'. He lets out a little fart as he sits on top of the hood of the all black jalopy his 2 cops drove up in. The thoroughfare wasn't too busy, and this crossway didn't seem like any he had seen back in Texas. Hm, he harrumph's to hisself. Wonder if any new blood to these shores needs guidance along their path.

He swoon's to the tune in his head, takin' a drag from his hand rolled spliff.

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A car drives past and clips the graffiti artist, a hit performed in front of the two cops under Texas' payroll. With one shot, the body of One81 drops. The young man from the same bloodline stepped out of the alleyway he was posted in. He promptly hides the body in a dumpster, shruggin' a what the hell do we do now over towards the two cops in the all black jalopy. 

"We still have the books of ancient wisdom. For a measly 100 grand, you're untrained bloodline could become the next bad boy cowboy in their respective hometown"

The man born in Vegas with ties to the TexAssRepubliKzArmyy picks up the half smoked spliff, relightin' it before he sits on top of the hood. Seein' if any suckers would buy his wares. The garbage men pulled up and emptied the dumpster where his father's body laid to rest.

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