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I talked to the pimpmaster general today and thought I'd post something. Way back in the day somewhere in high school, I had it in my mind to become a cop. I was a moderate trouble maker in school, more the class clown type. Anyways after 9-11, I dropped out of college, and enlisted infantry. Came back with some issues and became a meth dealer/fiend. As a tweaker living in a biker dope house, my knife modding talents came out. I bought a BM Gravitator and waved it with tip up clip. Then I waved, tip upped, and double edged a BM Skirmish. During the 2 month Skirmish project, many felons came in and out of where I lived. Since I was always awake, people saw me working on my nasty projects. I never had to use a knife, thanks to that. Anyways, being a G ain't much of a life. Most G's don't own a Rolex, a nice gun, or a knife worth more than a half 8th. I used to frequent prac/tac but not so much anymore. Don't get me wrong, lots of good info there. But after I have been there done that, not much to say about it. War is hell. Drugs will ruin you. Being an "outlaw" ain't fun.
People I know think I'm hard or maybe even a badass... I carry a knife because I know I am not a badass. I carry hoping I'll never have to use my knife on a two legged animal. I'm not pointing at anyone, just opening up about my experience.
People I know think I'm hard or maybe even a badass... I carry a knife because I know I am not a badass. I carry hoping I'll never have to use my knife on a two legged animal. I'm not pointing at anyone, just opening up about my experience.