Yesterday I turned 100 Days, this is my life to this point.

I woke up one morning in another crew, thanks for the heads up.

My new crew closed its doors, so I moved.

My crew got shot to shit for bullshit, so I moved.

And now here I sit, In Detroit of all places.

I get shit on everywhere I go,

people bitch about everything I do,

and all I do is try my best and make some conversation.

Just like my last char, and the one before, and the one before.

So fuck all of ya, I await your funeral shitposts about how it's my own fault to follow, you all have the ultimate power, cuz as you all know, your better than me, I admit it, happy.

So here lies a once bright eyed, eager, Big_Dodge, Dead. 320 Hours old, he died by his own gun, that is found laying in a pool of blood beside him in.