You can?t even walk over to the gas station for a few cigs anymore without running into SOMEONE that wants to suck your brains out through your nose or gift-wrap you in your own intestines. You don?t even know what you were DOING before that gang-war broke-out in your neighborhood. Now breakfast is an adventure of ducking under stray bullets and rooting for the guys in the skull-emblem hoodies.
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