I was only 9 years old and I loved Big Smoke, SO MUCH I had all the merchandise and albums. I pray to Smoke every night before bed thanking him for the CHEESE he has given me I silently chant, "Smoke is love, Smoke is life," my homie hears me and calls me a busta I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Smoke I slowly turn around and call him a Sherm-head, he kicks me in the nuts me and tells me to go to bed, im crying now and my nuts hurt.

Im laying in bed, and it's really cold, then suddenly a warmth moves toward me I feel something touch me, it's Big Smoke! Im so happy! He whispers in my ear, "YOU PICKED THE WRONG HOUSE FOOL," then he swings his mighty bat across my face and puts me on my hands and knees and so I respond with, "Im always down," I slowly spread my ass cheeks for Smoke he penetrates my butthole with his number 9 and lets out a mighty, "OOOHHHHH!" and fills me up with his extra dip.

My homie walks in and Smoke looks him straight in the eyes and says, "♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Big Smoke remember that name," and Big Smoke leaves through my window with my homie speachless.

Smoke is love, Smoke is life