I devised a plan. Oh, it was so fucking devious. It was
straight-up evil . . . but that motherfucker, and his family,
deserved it.
First I got about mfteen bootleg copies of that movie
Charlie’s Angels. It had just come out. Anna’s boyfriend was
a bootlegger, and he helped me make some . . .
alterations . . . to the movie.
I made copies for all the family members who called my
phone, all of them that called me and was telling me, “He
love you. You’re doing him wrong.” Christmas was coming
up, so I wrapped them up real nice, and I sent all mfteen
copies to his family members as gifts.
ͳen I ate a lot of corn. A lot. And I didn’t chew it so
well. And I made a different present for him.
Once it was ready, I called him.
Tiffany: “I was tripping. I love you. I can’t live without
you. You’re like the best thing that ever happened to
me. I can’t be without you. I really want to be your
girl. I just need you to stop messing with that chick.”Titus: “I’m going to leave her alone. No problems. I
wasn’t making no real money oĉ of her anyways. Fuck
the pimp life. I’m not going to live that life. I’m not
doing it no more. It’s just me and you.”I went over to his house, and I brought his shoes and
other stuff back to him.