I don't know if I'm going to make through the summer without killing someone. I'm tired of the ghetto blasting boom-boom coming from cars. I'm tired of retarded people pretty well daring me to hit them as they walk out into traffic.
Someone's not going to become a West Broadway martyr, they're going to become ghetto jelly as I continue to back up and run over them again.
I need to go fishing. Who's up for it?
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