Yes! We have bananas.

Grandpa is almost dead, in really for me he is dead already, but my father doesn't want to believe in it.
I imagine the big shit that will happen because of it, serious, huuuuuuuge fucking problems.

The great thing is that I'm like, giving a shit about it.

Sista is behind me, I think I will go to my room and then write the rest of this thing.