Diary of a Gangsta’
 
 
Chapter 1
July 30, 2002
      No one understands me. Not Jerry, not Doug, definitely not Chad, and not even QT. No one. Ever. They may think they do, but they DON’T. Sure, sometimes we all get along, but other times...it’s hell. It’s always everyone else ganging up on me. I’M supposed to be the gansta’. I’M supposed to be the tough one. But no, it’s four against one. Too often.
      Like that time when I was just being my little ol’ Mickey self. Damn MTV made a movie making fun of us, and the other guys was all AMUSED. Ha. Mickey P. was pretty pissed off. So I let out a little anger. Trashed some stuff here, put my fist through the cabinet there. And they get all worked up. They make me go to not one, but TWO therapists, and when I turn around and change my ways, they’re all there, alright. But not for me. No. They’re there makin’ fun of me! They wanted me to change, and I did. And you know what? It felt good. Sometimes the real Mickey P ain’t all hard, you know?
      Anyway, I caught on. Mickey P’s a smart man. I ain’t fallin’ for no mind games. The other guys wanted me to change back, and after a little while of their crap, I decided maybe that was right. Not just right for me, but right for everyone else, too. Everything was fine after that. But today...
     Today, I had it. I couldn’t take it anymore. They think they’re all different from me. Well, they’re wrong. They know Mickey P.’s got a soft side, so why do they keep hassling me like this? I don’t want to talk about any actual incidents...just know that we’re not all different inside. Inside, we all have the same feelings, me and those other guys.