Grand Theft Auto: Canada
Gangsta One: "Alright, thanks to Great Nanook for reviewing.glad ya liked it. Since at least one person reviewed, I am putting up another chapter.keep the reviews comin' if you want more of the story. If you reviewed tell your friends, tell your family, I don't care just tell anybody. That Inuit idea is great! I think I can see an Inuit gang coming up." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Chapter Two:
Drugs, Guns, and Sex
After I saw Psyickness gunned down, I knew that we were mixed up in some serious shit. This was going somewhere big, that Psyickness was involved in something deep and dangerous. I realized that I would pay the consequences for his actions.
I never hated so much to be right.
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I ran for the back door as quick as I could, sorry that I had to leave the beautiful Dodge Viper behind. I left the shit I bought, and opened the back door.
I sprinted out of the store, and out into the back alley. Teenagers were behind the store, smoking weed and who else knows what.
"Eh, eh, it's a black guy!" One kid gave me a thumb up as he exhaled his drag, "Want some good shit?"
I tsk-ed and continued running.
I ran onto the street, and looked for the nearest vehicle. Suddenly, a car stopped right in front of me. It was only a very old Ford, but I was happy that the door opened.
There was a young native in the car. "Come on! Fuck, you wanna get shot!?"
I grinned and hopped in the car. We peeled around and started going west.
I looked at my rescuer. "Yo, man, thanks for that shi'."
The native looked at me. "Shut the fuck up. I don't need your fucking thanks."
I looked forward, shocked for a minute.
"My name, you only need to know, is Fat Bear," the native said, looking forward at the road.
I stared at him, jaw wide. "Dawg, you ain' fat!?"
"I said shut up," Fat Bear growled.
I looked forward once more. "A'ight, my name is Jamal."
"You're that guy from Edmonton," Fat Bear stated, "Who was running them errands for.ah, what's his fucking face.Psyickness."
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, but that nigga's dead now."
Fat Bear nodded. "Hey, smoke this. This'll get you by the balls."
I took the bag out of Fat Bear's hand. "It's only weed, man. That won' get me high."
Fat Bear looked at me. "Oh yes it will."
I shrugged. "Yo, cigs man. Got any cigs?"
The native reached back, and took out a long, hand made pipe. I was amazed at the size of the thing, at least three feet long.
"Use this," Fat Bear said, still looking forward.
So, I did what Fat Bear said. I lit it.and I was fucking gone!
My eyes were rolled back up into my head, and I was laughing like crazy. Fat Bear took the pipe, and took a huge drag!
In minutes, we were baked out of our minds. We drove the entire night, and I didn't even know where we were going. All I remember was getting laid by some chick later on in the night.which was awesome when you're fucking stoned out of your mind.
I woke up the next morning in Vancouver.
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Written by Chad McGhie, aka Gangsta One.
Gangsta One: "Sorry about this chapter being so short.just wait for the good stuff. You'll see. As long as I get two more reviewers, I will continue to write this fanfiction."
Gangsta One: "Alright, thanks to Great Nanook for reviewing.glad ya liked it. Since at least one person reviewed, I am putting up another chapter.keep the reviews comin' if you want more of the story. If you reviewed tell your friends, tell your family, I don't care just tell anybody. That Inuit idea is great! I think I can see an Inuit gang coming up." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Chapter Two:
Drugs, Guns, and Sex
After I saw Psyickness gunned down, I knew that we were mixed up in some serious shit. This was going somewhere big, that Psyickness was involved in something deep and dangerous. I realized that I would pay the consequences for his actions.
I never hated so much to be right.
* * * * *
I ran for the back door as quick as I could, sorry that I had to leave the beautiful Dodge Viper behind. I left the shit I bought, and opened the back door.
I sprinted out of the store, and out into the back alley. Teenagers were behind the store, smoking weed and who else knows what.
"Eh, eh, it's a black guy!" One kid gave me a thumb up as he exhaled his drag, "Want some good shit?"
I tsk-ed and continued running.
I ran onto the street, and looked for the nearest vehicle. Suddenly, a car stopped right in front of me. It was only a very old Ford, but I was happy that the door opened.
There was a young native in the car. "Come on! Fuck, you wanna get shot!?"
I grinned and hopped in the car. We peeled around and started going west.
I looked at my rescuer. "Yo, man, thanks for that shi'."
The native looked at me. "Shut the fuck up. I don't need your fucking thanks."
I looked forward, shocked for a minute.
"My name, you only need to know, is Fat Bear," the native said, looking forward at the road.
I stared at him, jaw wide. "Dawg, you ain' fat!?"
"I said shut up," Fat Bear growled.
I looked forward once more. "A'ight, my name is Jamal."
"You're that guy from Edmonton," Fat Bear stated, "Who was running them errands for.ah, what's his fucking face.Psyickness."
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, but that nigga's dead now."
Fat Bear nodded. "Hey, smoke this. This'll get you by the balls."
I took the bag out of Fat Bear's hand. "It's only weed, man. That won' get me high."
Fat Bear looked at me. "Oh yes it will."
I shrugged. "Yo, cigs man. Got any cigs?"
The native reached back, and took out a long, hand made pipe. I was amazed at the size of the thing, at least three feet long.
"Use this," Fat Bear said, still looking forward.
So, I did what Fat Bear said. I lit it.and I was fucking gone!
My eyes were rolled back up into my head, and I was laughing like crazy. Fat Bear took the pipe, and took a huge drag!
In minutes, we were baked out of our minds. We drove the entire night, and I didn't even know where we were going. All I remember was getting laid by some chick later on in the night.which was awesome when you're fucking stoned out of your mind.
I woke up the next morning in Vancouver.
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Written by Chad McGhie, aka Gangsta One.
Gangsta One: "Sorry about this chapter being so short.just wait for the good stuff. You'll see. As long as I get two more reviewers, I will continue to write this fanfiction."