I came home from the Senior Center to my apartment building to find two cop cars and a fire truck outside. One of the resident drug dealers, a smelly, fat, disgusting, old black man had gone dead during the night.
Everyone hated him. They have tried to get him evicted many times for dealing, and now that they were rid of him forever, pretended to be sad. Talk about hypocacy!
The guy wobbled, being about 375 pounds, never bathed, pissed his pants, and bumed stuff from anyone he could find. His day consisted of sitting outside all day long, talking to every low life that came by. When faced with eviction, he immediately pulled the "race card".
Supposedly he once was a teacher and a dancer. Huh? He died a debtor, a drug dealer, and lying in his own waste!
I am not sad. I say one down, and 14 to go. Who wants to live with dirtbags?
"Invite your enemies to dine on a cup of malice and a cold plate of revenge!"
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