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a crackhead tried to rob me
so i was walking downtown, headed for an interview, and this fella yelled after me as i was crossing the street. "Hey, do you know anyone that's looking for cheap ps2s or xboxs?" he says. "Most likely," I reply, "How much?" He's super jittery and makes very little eye contact, and as I observe him further I notice the caked lips and dirty clothes. "Fifty bucks," he says, "they're still sealed in the packages. I can show them to you, if you want." I look in the direction he gestures vaguely to, and it strikes me odd that someone would ever leave a bunch of stolen merch in an alley. I tell him that I don't need to see it, and that I'm just on my way to the bank, if he wants to hang around for 10 minutes I'll be back to grab one from him. He asks if I have any weed, cause he'll take weed as equity as well. MMmmm.. no.
No thanks, Tyrone, find someone else to rob for a 50 piece..
so yeha.. crackheads. Watch out for em.
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