I’m proud to say that I’ve made it through 43 years of life without punching and kicking anyone to death.
And over which roach-ridden project they live in, to boot. It’s like the gangs, I’ll never understand how they come to the conclusion that which derelict ghetto you’re from is worth killing over. Who cares, you’re from the ghetto, that should be your first concern—to get out of it. But probably it’s a mercy the gang types don’t get out so they can keep it (their murder, mayhem and animalistic behavior) in the “hood”. I have no faith in gang types ever being anything but what they are already in their “territory”. I think I’d slit my wrists if al I had to care about was which ghetto I lived in.