Man Im glad to be off that motherfuckin plane. Flying to Liberty City from Los Santos is a pain in my ass. Thank the lord for liquor. Man i had get off those streets.I mean i hate to leave momma, Sweet, and Kendahl like that but you know. I had to take a taxi driven by my new Asian friend Keo. I arrived at the new place around 10:00. I was greeted by a 19 year old asking if im a buyer for his Coke. I slowly walked up those long stairs to see a old ass man witha two barrelled shotgun out. " Walkin in my spittin path youngblood" harped the Old Man. " I'm CJ I am your new neighbor Grandpa", I quickly said back. "Thats Great Great Grandpa to you youngblood and my name is Yates", said Yates. He stared into my eyes and said " You from Los Santos youngblood, I see it your dumbass eyes". " What gang are you youngblood. If you say you be a balla i'll have to shoot you". I said" I'm part of the Grove Street Familes". " Shit I didnt know those youngbloods were still around". He the raisied his voice and threw a knife near my foot and said " You is in my spittin path youngblood".