Nahh it’s me. I’m the problem.
That’s it I’m calling the cops.
This one is real creepy. He passes by every year or so.
I been seeing him more often and when ever he passes
He puts on this ridiculously stupid smirk and looks at me.
Last time I had a long conversation with him was before
my first game at Pop Warner.
He supposedly got into a car accident.
I don’t have that problem. I don’t know what addiction counseling is.
He’s a retired undercover narc. That’s his brother in law.
You can’t put these two together. Yo what happened?
The secret underworld of the eye talion society.
But now that he doesn’t do it he resents the people that supplied
him with it and took his money. In a blink of an eye, he sings.
On the way out he slips a roofy in your drink.
Ask him if he was ever married and has kids?
Why did his women leave him?
You’re not lying to me, are you?
What happened to your wrists?