Oh, I almost forgot. In case dat mah playas besides big-headed Near or tha deluded murderer is readin these notes, then I shall at least big-ass up tha basic courtesy of introducin mah dirty ass, here all up in tha end of tha prologue, I be yo’ narrator, yo’ navigator, yo’ storytella n’ shit. For any suckas but dem two, mah identitizzle may be of no interest ta you yo, but I be tha ghettoz runner-up, tha dopest dresser dat took a dirt nap like a thugged-out dog, Mihael Keehl. I once called mah dirty ass Mello n’ was addressed by dat name yo, but dat was a long-ass time ago.

Dope memories n’ nightmares.