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Sep 2018
Since there's a consensus that "we" writers are a lying bunch, I'ma give y'all another "tall tale".

My brother's motto was ride it til the wheels fall off.  Not the tires mind you but the wheels.

Marco, my nutty lil brother
had his first full cardiac arrest at 29 behind bars.  Left in his cell wailing for three days caused the fatal scars.  

But since he'd only used 5 of his 9 lives, he partied every night ......
til the **** crowed at five.

Wet ones from the Gardens, clavo from up the street, pills of every shape and form...you name it...it was all candy, all sweet.

Suffice to say, he had a second full cardiac arrest, subsequent surgery...the doctors did their best.

And like Humpty he was glued back together to one piece only to head straight to the dealers house then the bar moments after his release.

Two more years running wild, boosting and muling, GTAing and thievin....I found him naked on the floor.... purple not breathing.

Dial 911...there ain't nothing to be done, still the pigs come and isolate me from the scene questioning me further...I'm being investigated for ******.....
Surreal things happen in the "varrio"....common everyday occurrences here would blow your ****** mind but that's fine keep telling yourself I'm just lying
Semi-literate Poet
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