Fucking idiots. I crushed up the paper threw it in the truck, slammed the door in his face and took off. Hentai I headed down the hill, driving slowly, listening to a few love songs, R Kelly. But it isn’t my story. Marco then said that Marvin was coming next week Friday. He was singing a good song. As I stepped into the building, I was approached by a man. Never knew that just looking into his eyes would rekindle that good old feeling. Its been years, and he still looks good. I could hear the whispers and laughter from my neighbours. Reading this story however has given me an insight of how some Dancehall people live their lives in my country. Ever since my return to Jamaica, the support I received was wonderful. So they said. I didn’t write it. Andre waved. I did not write this story. The only one who was known to control him was Bumpy, his baby mother.
