texts: You see what I been puttin' up with? As soon as I walk through the door I'm hit with this shit. I tell 'm what you told me about us stayin' put and Mr. White whips out his gun, sticks it in my face, and starts screaming "You motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you away, blah, blah, blah."
labels: He's the reason the place turned into a shooting gallery.  What are you, a silent partner? Fuckin' tell him.