B block, you have something nobody else who is blogging in Rogers Park has a claim to. You are living it. You should try to write something. Look how much response you got from commenting on the Broken Heart. You are one of the people everybody complains about. How bad are you? Some people think the neighborhood would be better off without your kind. Other people think it would be great to help people like you change. I can't look back to see if it was you who said the youth programs don't appeal to everybody's tastes or if it was you who said that people don't want to give you a job. Personally, I've fallen for sappy stuff like that. I did a youth program and the kids took one of my favorite things, which was a hand making a peace sign from the seventies and they broke off the index finger so it was giving people the fuck you finger. And they got jobs and turned it into a theft ring. They talked real pretty to me and then stole my dad's guns when I had a meeting at his house. I stuck it out and waited to see which individuals I could peg for each offense. There was more. I played the game and one day they told me I was the biggest player of all. Ha! it's not hard to figure out the one thing that a person respects and cares about most in the world and take it away from them. What really happened when we all parted ways, was the most good one got killed. People got scared and woke the fuck up. There was alot of drama about going to war, some scattered to a life of humiliation, homeless shelters and social services, two made it to top dog, but the one who could have made it the best was already dead. I lost track of my old friends, they said I was one of them and I was a player, but that was sweet talk, I was a sucker. I got tired of it. I don't bother anymore. What's your story?
B block, you have something nobody else who is blogging in Rogers Park has a claim to. You are living it. You should try to write something. Look how much response you got from commenting on the Broken Heart. You are one of the people everybody complains about. How bad are you? Some people think the neighborhood would be better off without your kind. Other people think it would be great to help people like you change. I can't look back to see if it was you who said the youth programs don't appeal to everybody's tastes or if it was you who said that people don't want to give you a job. Personally, I've fallen for sappy stuff like that. I did a youth program and the kids took one of my favorite things, which was a hand making a peace sign from the seventies and they broke off the index finger so it was giving people the fuck you finger. And they got jobs and turned it into a theft ring. They talked real pretty to me and then stole my dad's guns when I had a meeting at his house. I stuck it out and waited to see which individuals I could peg for each offense. There was more. I played the game and one day they told me I was the biggest player of all. Ha! it's not hard to figure out the one thing that a person respects and cares about most in the world and take it away from them. What really happened when we all parted ways, was the most good one got killed. People got scared and woke the fuck up. There was alot of drama about going to war, some scattered to a life of humiliation, homeless shelters and social services, two made it to top dog, but the one who could have made it the best was already dead. I lost track of my old friends, they said I was one of them and I was a player, but that was sweet talk, I was a sucker. I got tired of it. I don't bother anymore. What's your story?
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