From Vi

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Originally posted by Violet
Ok, so, I moved from Waverly back up to Columbus. Me and my brother moved us out of that place. Sweet jesus does my back hurt. Ok. So, we come up, there is this place on the west side, pretty friggin shway. Dude doesn't show up when he was supposed to, and we're casing the parking lot for two days waiting for this cheesedick to show up. No show. Great. We got a huge ass UHAUL parked in the alley that's eating up about 40 bucks a day. We have to get into somewhere fast. Ok.

Anyone familiar with columbus KNOWS that the north side/ East side is pretty much drug central. Well, guess what?

I happened to move into a place that was so ghetto, there was people walking in the middle of a major street, dealing drugs openly just outside the house. My brother goes up to a cop whos slowly driving by, and my bro tries to waive him down, but the cop darts off. That is how dangerous this place is. The next cop he talks to, advises him to get a gun. My bro goes. "Hypothetically, if someone breaks in..."

Cop: Shoot first, ask questions later.

THE FUCKING COP SAYS THAT.

ok. So, about 5 days later, the day after i talked to Burt, we moved back out, finally got ahold of the guy for the place on the west side, and now we're here. Now, just gotta get some stuff together so i can go work at this daycare. Woot woot.

Long story short: I hurt. And someone, as soon as I find them will be hurting as well.

This reminds me of my friend, who used to live in Jersey and work in Compton. He's always talking about like 8 year old kids shooting people to get money for the icecream truck. And not thinking anything about it. Something's wrong with society today... *sighs*