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looks like my life, plus red stripe.
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So they take me in on a chain to Long Beach. And now they lock me up in the cell behind the court room in Long Beach while i'm awaiting to be heard on my traffic offenses. (parking tickets) and then I paniced and i'm thinking "oh my god, man, while i'm here, they're holding me, actually what's to stop them. i mean what's really to stop them?!" oh i assumed that maybe some day my mother would realize that i should've gotten out.(laughs) Nah, she was nuts, she wouldn't have known. But still what's to stop them?! and i'm thinking... and finally they called me. I'm sorry. I'll come out. I'll be dead. Scared.
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Ikea commercial
