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| January 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue One | |||||||||||
| Justin Hyde | |||||||||||
| the torpedo you bunch up even if you're not in a gang for protection i mean you held? a cholo asked me during pill line my first day in gen-pop i didn't know what the hell he was getting at said i could be a torpedo for the ms-13 or get my ass run through bruised ribs on a daily basis i was in there a year before they called my number some guy older than my grandpa sex offender i guess making eyes on someones kids during visitation at chow andale! they told me out on the yard slipped a padlock into my hand look at me i'm a weed dealer not some hard-ass never been in a fight my whole life ruptured his eardrum made the poor fucker blind in the right eye but it was him or me. |
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