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you can't just let someone get up on you and not be prepared to go. If you're poppin shit, or I don't know you and the situation feels dicey to me...you enter my personal zone, know that I've already decided I might have to fuck you up. Not even on some tough guy shit, either...just personal safety. Two nights ago, my wife and I were hanging out with my sister in Jacksonville. Had some grub and a few drinks. We come out the spot and my sis goes to her car, parked right in front of the spot. My wife and I parked on the next block...still within view. As we're walking up to the light to cross the street, there's a dude chilling on the other side... looking kinda suspect. Of we cross at the crosswalk, we'd be face to face with him. So, I angle my wife more towards our car and we start to cross, but not at the crosswalk. I tell my wife...if this dude takes ONE step in the direction we're going, go directly to the car. I purposely drop back a few steps to see what it's gonna be. I do not look even remotely slammable. Dude kinda drifts away a bit the other way, towards a Walgreens. We get in the car. My wife is like. "Yo paranoid ass...this ain't Iraq, lol...he was trying to steal that bike and we interrupted him". She points to a bike laying on the ground against a tree. I didn't see if it had a lock on it or not. Oh well. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was looking for a vic and decided, not us. I'm not waiting around to find out anyone's intentions, these days. ...I'm from the era when A.I. was the answer, now they think ai is the answer - Marlon Craft
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