"Buk 50" is actually kind of a funny moniker. It pays nice homage to two members of G-Unit–Young Buck* and old Fiddy himself. And it’s cute the way you write it kind of small.
But, Buk 50, you need to help your friend Tier. First, how do we even say that? Does it sound like "tear" or "tire" or "tie air" or "ti er" ( like tigger without the "g"s) or what? Second, so far Tier has managed to claim a light pole and a dumpster that are a block and a half apart.
I know you have to start small, but to claim a block and a half stretch of one side street in a neighborhood full of very old people and childless adults? It just seems like you aren’t really trying.
We have, maybe, three teenagers in this whole little triangle-y neighborhood, between the interstate, the railroad tracks and Murphy Road. When they vandalize the neighborhood, they’re painting things like "Jump, you know you want to" on the railing of the bridge over the interstate.
They don’t even have a unique style. Our neighborhood is practically a blank canvas for your criminal mischief.
And yet… and yet, one lightpole and one dumpster.
I about can’t believe it. When I was your age, we had to walk uphill both ways barefoot in the snow to find things to tag and we tagged every surface we could find, even if it took all night–and it was cold–and we liked it.
They’ve got no ambition.
*Is he still in?