The last time, or a few times before that, some crazy chick, who probably rents, was ranting and raving on me and accusing us of dropping nails that punctured her tire. I was drunk as eff when she confronted us. I am sure you all knew how that went. Then she was hiding in the bushes, my boys said.
My place is in a nice area, but the street I am on is kinda ghetto. All the other streets are nice by me. The next block over both ways. The price was right and location was great. I'd rather live here than back at my home. I can also deal with the streets, as you know. So, it's no biggie.
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Why the eff is it taking me to the retard thread when I posted, lmao.