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Join Date: Jan 2009
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" Yo wussup Fool!?"
The two men on the street are perfect examples of whats wrong with the city.
" I said wussup, man!"
" Please I don't want any trouble, I just want to go home."
The thugs name is Enrique, they call him Crazy Ricky. Crack dealer and all around piece of dirt.
The squirelly squeamish looking guy I don't know but he's a walking victim of circumstance.
"You wanna go home fool? Gimme everything you got in your pockets man."
Yeah thats what I thought. Wait for it Mat, don't jump the gun.
"I..all I have is some subway tokens!"
"Bull man give me the credit cards and cash and give em NOW!!!"
Enrique pulls a the smoke steel 45 from his belt now the victim realizes he is not going home unless something drastic happens.
"GIVE IT UP MAN NOW I AIN'T PLAYIN HOMES!!!!
"Look up Ricky. I ain't playin either homes."
I think I might be smiling.
" Holy S#!^!!!!!"
The 45 blazes open the night sky Ricky emptys the magazine at me. Flak plates do their job but the twit only connected twice. I drop from from the fire escape straight down between Ricky and the vic.
"What the hell you gonna do man? My boys run dese streets fool."
"Not anymore Ricky and never again."
I turn to the man, I think he wet himself.
"Run home lock your door call the cops. NOW!"
He does what I say.
Now for Ricky. His screams fill the air in these narrow corridors wher evil and crime ruled until now. The cops will show up they'll find Enrique Alvarez upside down suspended from the fire escape. If he makes it to the ER its up to them.
__________________Hindsight is always 20/20...
But looking back it's still abit fuzzy. Dave Mustaine
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sweet!