So its a warm july night, me I am eating so many sushi on the sidewalk of a chicago street talking about how sammy sosa used to sell bootleg Nelly albulms to pay for his steroid habit when none other than Eddie Winslow approaches me, takes out a glock 9 and tells me to run my shit.
Eddie Winslow stole my dignity and more important he stole my goddamn wallet. You know my aunt gave me that wallet and the velcro pouch meant alot to me and my coins of change. I had a connecticut quarter in their, I mean meatballs and squirells that ain't right.
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