I'll say it again, for everyone to hear. Kool is a fake ass lakers fan from Houston, Tx. You call me emo, but you literally cry whenever mrs ellis doesn't respond to your vane pm's. You think you got it all figured out, but you constantly reveal your lack of intelligence every time you post. You think I was ever really cool with you? The original plan was to find out some information on you once you thought we were cool, I just never really got around to finding out more once I found you were a complete fake. In 22 years, I've already done a lot more than you ever have. You brag about a 50,000 inheritance, but the fact is that I've already blown literally millions of dollars from the dope game. I got friends who are pickup artists overseas in Italy. Ever had your 12 sucked at midnight on a nude beach in Venice? Ever competed around the world in powerlifting compe ions? You crack on me for being a Native, but it's my superior genetics that allows me to be stronger, more dominant, and all around more of a MAN than chumps like you. The only reason I didn't keep the charade going a bit longer was because it made me sick to my stomach pretending to be friends with you. I know, I know this was the closest you've ever came to having a real friend, and you're probably going to go all emo again and write Kori some more pm's. I think what you need is a good beatdown to humble you in order to become a better person so that you can have a real life and friends. You say I was on here last night, but I was away in Oklahoma visiting my roots and hitting up some of the casino's with a car full of bad es. But I'm back now and one of these day's, you're gonna have to quit hiding from me homeboy. I got you in the crosshair's, slowly collecting bits of information at a time and you don't even know it. Whenever I met up with TacoMeat and promised him 10 stacks to you up, I knew sooner or later we'd get the job done. The time grows near.