Alright, everyone, I don't know you, but I know my friend Alex used to post here.
This might not mean a whole lot to you guys, I dunno. This is a fucked up story, and I'm pretty shaken up, but here it is.
He was struck by a car yesterday. The driver phoned an ambulance. I stayed with him until they arrived. There was heavy damage to the left side of his ribcage, and there was internal bleeding. He spent the night in the hospital, having surgery. The doctor's met me in the waiting room at 4 this morning. They couldn't save him. Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air. In West Philadelphia born and raised on the playground where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys said were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, and said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air.
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