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Originally Posted by Anthony
Last year when I had 30% use of my legs, I feel down in the parking lot, and busted my head on the curb.
It took 5 people, including one of the Partners you met (Olympic Wrestler), to put me on a gurney.
Rey was heavy enough. We started with 3 working Filipinos. Poppy was our average sized Pinoy, Rey was our large one, and me, the over fed over achiever. While we were angry it happened, I know personally, I'm glad they didn't have to lug my big ass around.
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You aren't going to kill anyone. What you are going to do is keep slumming until you meet the wrong motherfucker. It's only a matter of time until your badass of the world meets the wrong n1gger or redneck. There aint no rules or referee's behind a bar. An old n1gger told me when I was in college.."you expect these drunks to fight fair?".
You roll around with swine, expect to smell like a hog.
You should realize this - and if you put your hands on the wrong one...you'll get killed. You can be a goddamned glowing belt in some shit - doens't have a thing to do with someone cutting your guts out, or their friends beating you to death with bats, or them putting a bullet in your brain.
That's not a piss - it's reality and I hope you take it.