Dear Journal,

GAH! What's with me and writing that?

Gangstas do not write in journals. Gangstas do not write in journals.

So maybe gangsta's write in...gangsta books?

Okay lemme start again.

Dear Gangsta Book,

Yo! It's W to the O to the C to the...the...key? WOCKY! Oh yeah!

Anyway, I gotta say right now I'm pretty pissed off. Outta nowhere I'm making up this sick-beat dance to my theme song and outta nowhere Mario busts through the door like he owns the place! And he's all:

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

So I stop dancing and look at him like "HAYLE NO!" 'cuz he's just one of the goons!

"I'm beep boying dickweed! I got a theme song, now what's your beef busting up in my room like 'dat?"

Then he did this homo eye roll and clicked his tongue. "That's B-BOYING stupid, and you're sucking big time. And get a move on, Boss want's us all to line up in the confrence room." Then he left.

The confrence room is used only when Boss has to make an anouncement that affects a bunch of people, so they all go there to listen. Its almost as big as the party room, which is next door. 'Cept we party there, we don't go to get lexchured. But I dunno why its called the "Conference" because all we go there for is meetings.

I mean, c'mon. Y'dthink the Old Man would be smarter than that?

But Mario left before I could ask him what was going down, so I just went to the confrence room. All of the goons were lined up on one side, and then the maids and cooks were on the other side. Mario decked me into the goon line, and I so wasn't gonna take 'dat. So I punched him in the crotch!

Yeah. Though I gotta say, there wasn't much there if ya catch ma drift.

Then outta nowhere, like MAGIC almost, Boss appeared and dragged me away from Mario, where a bunch of the goons were leanin' over him and telling him how to breathe. Boss shoved me inbetween Lucas and some dude I didn't know, but he smelled bad.

"LISTEN UP!" And you'd have to be dead retarded if you live in our place and not know who that voice belongs to. "When you're next in line come behind the curtain here with Doctor Monroe!" And Boss stepped over to where the maids and cooks were.

Everyone looked to the right where Johnny-Mac was being led behind some curtain, a doctor and a nurse behind him. After like, ten minutes, he came out holding a cup and a bandaid on his arm. I dragged him over while Bobby went next.

"Yo G, what up with this?" I whispered, hopefully Boss wouldn't get mad and whup my ass in front of everybody.

I mean, they've seen it but that don't mean they need to watch a sequel!

"It's a med exam dude, they take your blood and make you pee and everythin'," he showed his little plastic cup and left.

I was all, Medical exam? Why we suddenly taking that?

I wasn't worried though, because I knew I was total healthy, 'specially after my op. at the clinic. Wocky's strong baby!

Atleast, so I thought.

We must've been standing there for HOURS! All the goons, including me but I'm not a goon, finally just gave up and sat down up against the wall. I had to pull my shirt up over my nose to keep from suffocating near Sir. Stank next to me, but thankfully he was up next and he left. The line shifted over and we waited for another ten minutes before the doctor motioned me to stand up. I yanked my shirt down and then the doctor from the other side led me to the party room.

"Wocky I'm going to ask you to sit on the chair we have here and remove your shirt, please," he had this real official accent going on and Boss was standing near by. I yanked off my shirt and Boss yelled at me for singing how I was too sexy for my shirt.

I've made that my back up theme song, Alita was down with it.

Then the doctor shoved this blue apron on me which weighed, like, a LOT. Then he got behind a big curtain with Boss and told me to hold still.

Then I went blind momentarily. When I could finally see again, I gave that Doc my two cents about blinding a gangsta!

Boss whupped me upside the head and threw my shirt at me.

Then he did all sorts of whacky Doctor things to me. He made me pee in a cup, looked down my throat, shined a light in my eyes and up my nose. Stuck a cone in my ears too, put this tighten-y thing around my arm, and gave me a shot.

I only cried a little. But that was because the latex was getting to me! LATEX!

My favorite part was the reflex test. He hit my knee, and my foot flex to his crotch so fast you'da think it was horny!

I thought it was funny, but Boss didn't. My head still hurts. But the Doc just did the other knee.

From the other side of the table.

Finally I was done and he sent me to my room. I was a little peeved at the Boss for being such an ass about this med exam, but when I saw Alita holding two Rocket Popsicles, I got all happy inside.

So me and Alita got all cuddly on my bed and we starting having our popsicles, watching a craft show Alita talked me into watching. Or stared really, she has a way of staring into your eyes all cute-sy like and then you do whatever she wants.

Alita-baby. Alita.

But it wasn't all bad, I mean those itty-bitty bunny eggs were really cute! I should make one this Easter, maybe I'll make it some miniature bling. And I'll call it Paco.

Paco da gangsta Bunny. I'll even give it to Alita as a gift. She loves Easter.

But as we was watching the lady teach us how to adjust "hoos" of color when dying the eggs, I gotta say; Alita was sucking on that popsicle like nobody's business. Really going at it, like...going at it...popsicles.

So then I grabbed our popsicles and shoved them in a bowl Alita brought out to put them in and put it on the bookshelf. Then we made out. That was fun. It was really cold too, y'know.

Popsicles.

Me and Alita would've been in heaven, if you catch ma drift, had it not been for a certain butt-headed Mario. In case it wasn't obvious by now, the dude had some serious bad timing issues.

"Wow, you virgins sure know how to suck face."

"THE HELL DO YOU WANT MARIO?! I'LL BUST A CAP SO FAR UP YOUR ASS--"

Then he threw a file at my face and left. Alita kissed my boo-I MEAN TINY PAPERCUT on my cheek better and I opened up the file. And if my face wasn't red enough from both of our popsicle juices, it was probably hella red then.

All I could think was, "WHAT THE EFF?" because apparently the bullet that Doc had "taken out" wasn't out at all. It still cozy right next to my thumper! I remember everything going red and I was ripping up the report in half and jumping out the window. I knew Alita was back there screaming but I was too mad to care.

I went for a walk, reflecting on things, before I came back here to write.

Tonight's the night I make myself a real gangsta. I got the pistol ready, and that Doc won't know what hit him.

Wocktionary:

Lexchure - Lecture

Hoos - Hues

Did I mention I don't own Apollo Justice? 'Cuz I don't.