Thank the Godz!

There is nothin i hate worse than being stitched up.
It makes dealing with the po-po really hair raising.

Is this the day i start my murderous rampage?
(as the alternative is suicide... by cop)

Its like, i was just minding my business... and then wham, my life won't ever be the same again. Can't ever go home.

And yes, i would trust my local black market seller more than i would trust the person who says, "you don't need a gun, the cops are here to protect ya".