After meeting up with Lester and doing his hacker thing, I flip to Franklin and hit up the deep discount store and drop about a grand on streetwear. Head back home, park the car in garage, grab Chop and take him for a walk around the block. Coming through the alleyway back onto my street, this dude tears by me in an 80s muscle car and slams into a telephone pole, sandwiched by a pair of cop cars in the process (with a helicopter in pursuit overhead, the floodlight bearing down suddenly on all of us).

The dudes that survive the crash are popping out the windows and all the Grove Street Fam up and down the block are running towards the crash; I take cover behind a fence like any citizen just trying to walk his dog. The shootout lasted about five minutes and ended with four cops dead against my neighbor's fence and six gangsters lying dead in the middle of the street. I drop Chop off at his kennel, sleep it off then call Lamar.

I take out my aggression on the OG Stretch and we head out for a drug deal, which goes wrong of course. After an intense factory shootout and with a potential gang war breaking out between CGF and the Ballas, I plop down next to my aunt, turn on the TV and smoke a pair of doobies while I watch a documentary about Leonora Johnson's murder.

And now suddenly I look out the window and the sun is up. Better see what Michael's up to.


edit: also, you definitely want to keep an eye on your Bleeter feed if you're really into the getting sucked into a world thing. Awesome to do something and then see it show up in your phone with a bunch of reactions later, even from people directly involved.

@tummy_todd92 "wtf 2 lunatics on seasharks shootin at each other in the vespucci canals and cant get my phone out in time to take a pic!!! #shortstootight"

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