MAURIZIO FERRARI
When I got home from work, I found my brother's car on the driveway, again. He never listens, this one.
I parked behind his car, because I am going to take off again soon. I have to meet up with my crew, because I heard that there is an i***t that's been nagging to meet me, forcing to join my crew. Who the hell do they think they are to just call me whenever they want me.
When I got out of the car, my brother got out of his car too and met me halfway. s**t, this mother fucker looks exactly like me. I don't want to be seen with him — it feels so childish sometimes to look alike.
"Brother we need to talk," He holds my shoulders, stopping me from walking.
"About?" I study his eyes and what they give me, show that something definitely happened. I furrow my eyes at him a
