My name is Reece Michael Alqotaibi. I was born in Sheffield, England on the 3rd of October 1991. I am primarily English with twenty five percent Saudi Arabian descent, on my mothers side.
I've been in a lot of trouble in the past twenty years and I have done some things that I am not proud of. Still, I would never change the things I have done because I am relatively happy with my life at the moment.
Most of you are reading this and thinking "Cool story brah, nobody cares."
Please, I beg of you to keep reading. This message I send to you all does have a purpose.
And so I continue...
When I was seven years old I got into trouble with the police and the fire services for the first time. A "friend" of mine thought it would be funny to get his older brother to throw a rock at my head and so he did it. He cut my head open and I had to have about ten stitches in. I was absolutely furious and I had really bad anger problems back then. (Not so much now) In all of my rage I took a matchbox that I found in my parents bedroom. I walked over the road and stuck three matches, dropping them into my so called "friends", dads skip outside of their house and it was immediately engulfed in flames. I had never seen anything so beautiful up until this point.
The police and fire department arrived and I got into serious trouble but was too young to get a criminal record.
When I was nine I thought it would be a good idea to set fire to a small stack of hay. When I had finished I stood up but accidentally kicked this tiny pile of hay into the 12 x 12 stack of hay that was right in front of me. Much like the skip it went up in flames and looked absolutely amazing. Once again I got into trouble with the law but was still too young to receive a criminal record.
During high school I was forever in trouble with my tutors for smoking and fighting in school as well drinking and smoking Weed.
Towards the end of high school we moved into a town called Wetherby and baring in mind that I had lived in villages all of my life, I was suddenly open to this wide world. I quickly slipped in with the wrong crowd, started doing Weed more often, started organizing fights more and started to vandalize and intimidate people in the streets; I was a thug.
Now I am twenty years old and I have a brilliant job, I teach for a living but soon I am leaving to join the army. I can't wait and I'm going to be proud to fight for my country. In case nobody else gets to hear it in detail like this - this is my story and I am sending it to you.
Thanks for wasting your time reading that. 5K posts.
If you read all of this you have just wasted time and I have been successful. You can deny it to the general public but deep down in the bottom of your soul, you know that I got you.
If I didn't fool you, good game.
I can see these threads from miles away.
Better luck next time, bro.
'08 MPGH OG
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash
And the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass
And she gon' fuck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast
Droppin' the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top when it's cold
But you feel the heat
Be real with me, just be real with me
Eat it up like it's a feast
They say the dope on fleek