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Essential The Locker Room's Random Thoughts
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ThaRealness
Superstar
This motherfukker trying to sell me a 3000$ synth... he moved it to 2800 I moved it up from 2500 to 2550 
I got dough... I got all summer.... hundreds of authorized dealers... this aint no sellers market
I got dough... I got all summer.... hundreds of authorized dealers... this aint no sellers market
Damn that almost made me neg you
I have a crappy hairline as wellTiger probably somewhere thinking this shyt couldn't have gotten worse after getting beat by your ex wife for cheating...
But that hairline
And the DUI of course
But that hairline
but girls have found me attractive so I can't really complain
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
I have a crappy hairline as well
but girls have found me attractive so I can't really complain
her fidget game wack
DrunkerThanAMotherfucker
All Star
Been meaning to say this for a while... but fukk it
I'm whiter than snow. Straight up. Grandparents on both sides were first generation Irish
My grandma used to own a corner store in Englewood believe it or not.. way back.... late 1950s lol... She eventually sold. Family moved, settled into a SW neighborhood. Grandfather was CPD; he got killed in the line of duty in 1974.
fukked the family up for a while... 3/7 of the children ended up in drug rehab in their early 20s... Including my mom. Very lucky she met my father who was a CFD paramedic... Gave 36 years to the city, over 20 years spent on the Westside cleaning up gun shots and drug overdoses. Very proud of that man, through the toughest moments he remained optimistic. He used to sit me down and tell me, "Drunker, there's a lot of poor people out here." Never fell into the racially charged sentiments his coworkers fell into. He did his job, and kept his mouth shut. He could have been a Captain, but turned it down due to Multiple Sclerosis.
Growing up as a white cac on the Southside has been humbling.. My dad's income kept us out of poverty that lay with reckless abandon a mile or two east. Unfortunately, a lot of the people I've been in class with or met have faced worse circumstances. Luckily, the friends with strong family units persevered. I'm very glad for that, because they turned out to be awesome individuals.
I just have that "what if" question that I constantly ask. I never had to deal with police questioning why I exist. Never had to deal with a broken family unit. Luckily, never had to personally experience the first hand experience of drug abuse. Many of the people I grew up around had to answer those questions. My family moved on when I was still in high school. I never had to answer those questions. I try to keep in touch with people, but it's never going to work. Despite our congruent interests as youth, our lives have made us smarter, colder, stronger -- all in separate directions.
So yeah, I come on The Coli because I like Southern hip-hop and sports. I'm preparing for the neg train. However, I don't want to deceive anyone.
I'm whiter than snow. Straight up. Grandparents on both sides were first generation Irish
My grandma used to own a corner store in Englewood believe it or not.. way back.... late 1950s lol... She eventually sold. Family moved, settled into a SW neighborhood. Grandfather was CPD; he got killed in the line of duty in 1974.
fukked the family up for a while... 3/7 of the children ended up in drug rehab in their early 20s... Including my mom. Very lucky she met my father who was a CFD paramedic... Gave 36 years to the city, over 20 years spent on the Westside cleaning up gun shots and drug overdoses. Very proud of that man, through the toughest moments he remained optimistic. He used to sit me down and tell me, "Drunker, there's a lot of poor people out here." Never fell into the racially charged sentiments his coworkers fell into. He did his job, and kept his mouth shut. He could have been a Captain, but turned it down due to Multiple Sclerosis.
Growing up as a white cac on the Southside has been humbling.. My dad's income kept us out of poverty that lay with reckless abandon a mile or two east. Unfortunately, a lot of the people I've been in class with or met have faced worse circumstances. Luckily, the friends with strong family units persevered. I'm very glad for that, because they turned out to be awesome individuals.
I just have that "what if" question that I constantly ask. I never had to deal with police questioning why I exist. Never had to deal with a broken family unit. Luckily, never had to personally experience the first hand experience of drug abuse. Many of the people I grew up around had to answer those questions. My family moved on when I was still in high school. I never had to answer those questions. I try to keep in touch with people, but it's never going to work. Despite our congruent interests as youth, our lives have made us smarter, colder, stronger -- all in separate directions.
So yeah, I come on The Coli because I like Southern hip-hop and sports. I'm preparing for the neg train. However, I don't want to deceive anyone.