I got beat in. The feeling - utter humiliation, I was ganged and beaten. The pain - excruciating, I got pretty fucked up. The result - short of breath, bloodied, flesh bruised, eyes blacked, stinging; head raged, ached, concussed. I was in. I belonged. I was safe - from cops, from other thugs. I was Chris Johnson, low in the hierarchy of
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