Freak bob,

Freak bob ,

What would you do?

I asked him

From my side of this modern day communication called “calling”

Always got my back

Always got stacks

And racks to hang up my freshly pressed suit

He picked up.

He’s a real one

Not one to steal from

Cause our friendship is precious

Always has freshness

It’ll never go stale

Because we listen

And recognize each others visions

Because I’m going to run this town

And he’s my right hand man

The mafia is no life for two men like us

But we’ll do it

For eachother

Basically step brothers

Oh Freak Bob,

Freak bob what do I do?

All he said was “Be careful out there”.