OK, I know you can see it.
For all the calls I've received from work, A car "crashed into the store" wasn't what I expected on a saturday morning.
Some crack-head (and I mean that in the figurative way, his head wasn't crack or anything) crash a stolen car into the front of my building this morning. Somehow he was not seriously hurt, and was able to run away from the scene of the accident. Maybe I do mean crack-head in the literal way after all.
Some how no one was hurt, thank god, the store was close at the time.
Had the store been open someone would of maybe died... a little dramatic, but it's true.
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I just thank Jesus Christ for allowing no one to be present in the store that morning. Especially my brother Huguens. I love you man. Prie yo monte, gras yo desan.
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