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About Bristol

So, lemme tell ya, I tried figurin’ this out once—total disaster! Walkin’ down some sketchy street, thinkin’ I’m slick, but I’m sweatin’ like a pig. Neurotic rant comin’—what if I get caught? What if she’s a cop? What if she’s got a freakin’ mustache?! I’m paranoid, okay! Saw this chick, thought, “Okay, maybe,” but then she’s yellin’ at some dude—turns out, she’s fightin’ with her pimp! Like, great, now I’m in a soap opera! “Pretty, pretty good,” my ass—this is a nightmare!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

To the guy driving a ford escort white van blacked out windows and cut me up yesterday (Friday) on broadway near old blockbuster.

Then, boom! Outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me. I mean, he’s flying! Almost takes me out. I shout, “Oi! Watch where you’re going!” He just laughs and pedals off. Kids these days, right? No respect.

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