Some of you know who I am. Others, not so much. Let me be the first to welcome some of you in and others back. I cut my teeth on the corruption in this city, the in-fighting, the gang wars and the oppression of free press- and I put it all out here for all to see. And then... I stopped.
"But wait," you may say "Why did you stop writing, Eighty-Six? Where did you go?"
Nearly a year ago, I signed a contract with CNT to have LSD as part of that family. I thought at the time I was ready to take this hobby of mine full-time, to expand.
The reality and pressures got to me- I soon realized I wasn't ready. The rules changed: instead of freedom to write, I signed myself into shackles of contracts, time-tables, and politics.
But fuck that noise, am I right?
Instead of working things out, I booked it back to Brooklyn, got my head on straight.
But I've missed you, Los Santos. A few days back and I already see there's new names on the street, new hustles, and even more corruption.
These articles will practically write themselves. So, soon, Los Santos, I'll be bringing you all the hottest gossip once again.
And some folks? Well, they'll get Eighty-sixed.
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