Yo, what's up world? It's your boy DustKiller Story here, back with another entry in my diary. Today was a wild day on the streets - running deals, dodging cops, and keeping my crew in line. Being a young gangster ain't easy, but someone's gotta do it.
I woke up this morning to Death ruffling my hair and Venom snoring loudly in his fursuit next to me. Killer was already awake, puffing on a joint like it was his last breath. We gathered around the table for our daily meeting - planning out our moves for the day ahead.
The streets were alive with activity as we made our rounds - collecting debts from small-time hustlers and making sure everyone knew who ran this town. People fear us, respect us even more so; they know not to mess with DustKiller Story and his crew.
But behind all the tough exterior lies a kid just trying to survive in this messed-up world. I may act like I don't care about anything or anyone, but deep down inside I'm just looking for that sense of belonging that every human craves.
In between deals and fights, I find solace in Death's playful antics and Venom's lazy cuddles at night. They may be rough around the edges too but having them by my side makes everything seem less daunting.
Sometimes I wonder if there could have been another path for me - one where I didn't have to resort to violence and crime just to make ends meet. But then reality hits me hard when I see how ruthless this world can be towards those who are weak or vulnerable.
As much as people fear us on the outside, they fail to see that beneath these tough exteriors lie broken souls seeking redemption or simply acceptance from society itself...but until then we'll keep fighting tooth & nail till we get what rightfully belongs 2us.
Peace out, DustKiller Story