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Hookers and Blow
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I used to live in West Philadelphia in a one bedroom apartment. We had a 3 foot wide hole in the roof that leaked everytime it rained. We had rats the size of sneakers running through our house during all times of the day. We had neighbors break into our house and steal what little food we had in our fridge just for themselves. Drug dealers sold cocaine, heroin, and marijuana in front of my apartment building every day. We had our car stripped and stolen God knows how many times. We had to take the bus everywhere we went because we were to poor to get the car fixed and too poor to go anywhere with our own transportation. We would have to ask friends and family for used clothes just so we could have something new looking to wear for school and such.
I could go on and on but you guys get the point. A lot of you people think you've been "poor," but trust me, you'll never really know it unless you've really lived it. I have even worse things to go along with the above statement but they are personal so I won't go into it. Let's just say that it makes Kaos's story look like a fairytale. >_>
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