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Originally posted by abaici
***Sigh*** I grew up in an inner-city neighborhood. I lived in the same neighborhood from the time that I was born until I left home to attend undergrad. In all of that time, I was never offered crack. You were in the "hood" for 30 seconds and were offered drugs. Hmmm. That's interesting. LOL
Oh, to answer the question... Well, I guess the families of the innocent children who are killed every year might care.
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Honestly, not 100% sure what it was. It was a rock of something. I don't really know what different drugs look like. Not an expert on that stuff.
All I can say is never pull off at 4:30AM on the first exit heading East past downtown Memphis
It could be because my friends and I resembled the usual clientelle? White, middle class looking 20-somethings in an SUV?
Not sure if you're questioning the veracity of my story or just amused at my luck.
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