texts: I don't mean any offense... but what are you doing mixed up in all this? </s> <s> I'm not mixed up in anything, hayseed.  What are you talking about? </s> <s> You just strike me as smart enough to be doing something else.
labels: Yeah, I'm a real genius.  What choices have I got?  Fuck, just because I know about stuff like tonight doesn't mean I deal it.  I work a job.  It beats pumping gas, beats making hamburgers.