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I Believe… [If You’re Gonna Loot… Er… Secure Reparations…]
I believe… that, had I been in Chicago during the Reparation Looting, I’d have looted the shit out of Garrett’s Popcorn and Whole Foods. I mean, a Nike High-Top ain’t feeding my kids, right?
I believe… that, had I been in Chicago during the Reparation Looting, I’d have looted the shit out of Garrett’s Popcorn and Whole Foods. I mean, a Nike High-Top ain’t feeding my kids, right?
He was tired of carrying her weight. Her financial choices and responsibilities. Her alcoholism. And he knew she was tired of his drug abuse and laziness and porn addiction. And Train played. And the guy kept talking. “Thing is, man… if it weren’t for divorce, I’d have student loans.”