I never liked drugs, I never did none. I’ve always been the fuck around them though let me fucking tell you. I started off cold and hungry. worked up. Life was never great but I was the one who got it best. I worked right up. You'd probably be wanting to know how I got known as cut. See this wasn't about the ripping and hurting this was much deeper and more endearing to the family. When they name someone, they want to mean it. Sure as shit though my naming, let me tell you, was a fucking enigma:
This is because I once sneezed over a large amount of cocaine I was presenting the family, and the repercussion of this event got the bosses my high graces. I mean it was pure, so they all got high from this 10 thousand dollar cloud that was literally a product of my god damn genius in crime and my weakness to allergies. Thank god for being useful or I’d be dead. This was of course after stealing a columbians cut. As they laughed in their suits and they said that after stealing from a columbian I had nearly sneezed my cut. I was at the bridge house between life and death. Or so that’s how I felt when they started that chucklin' they do. shit. that’s your cut. you’re off. but we call you cut. We’ll use you again. You are OK, Cut. and so my fucking character was born and I lived on in Mental Outline.
Cut has never heard of holding a sneeze in??