Monday, July 23, 2018

Letter #48

So, since everyone is pestering me to send pictures of me, I thought I'd oblige.
Be careful what you wish for.
We're gonna start with the haircut.
Maybe what you don't realize (or at least I didn't) is that when you use that same classic but dope comb over day after day, you actually have a whole lot more hair than you realize.

​This is me, seven days ago
And then we role up to the barbers, he asks me if I want the expert or the trainee.
Which one's cheaper???
The trainee
So I gave him his choice of clip, and he could choose his price (given that it was under 15).
So I hit that 7 real clippa​

​Yuh
Than, we went hitting the Sanctuary
I loved the whole part where we rolled up with the ex-padre, and he still has his keys from when he was padre, and he gave us that private tour, the real nice ones.
It was said by a couple of Catholics that I was rolling up the most fire kicks they had even seen.

What else do we have here to use
Got one, this is my boy Gabe, short for Gabriel​
 ​He's the less active boy we've been visiting/squad member we roll up with.
He wanted to take a picture so, you're getting it

And that's my life in pictures

Until next week,



Elder Saint Benedito

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