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About May Pen

Anyways, I’m ragin’—happy tho, ‘cause I love the chase. Reminds me of *Tabu*, when that crocodile’s just lurkin’, waitin’ to snap—same energy, man! I hit the streets, lookin’ for real action. This one time, I see a gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’m like, “She’s the one!” But then—surprise, motherfuckers—she’s a cop! Nearly crapped my pants, ran home screamin’, “They can’t catch me, I’m Cartman!” Made me laugh tho, ‘cause who expects that twist? Prostitutes got game, y’all.

Introductions in Half Way Tree

First off, I hit up the usual spot for breakfast—Miss T’s. You know, the one on the corner of Half-Way-Tree Rd and Eastwood Park Rd? Best ackee and saltfish in town, no cap! I’m munching away, feeling all good, when suddenly, this dude walks in. He’s loud, like, way too loud for 8 AM. Starts talking about how he’s gonna run for some local office. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t even run for the bus!” 😂

Two prisoners at Half-Way Tree lockup die at hospital within days