When I used to live with my mom (she lives near the park) our 2nd week moving in the house there was a man who parked infront of the house. Slashed his wrists and walked up to our porch. He was bleeding all over the place. It turns out that while slashing his wrists in his car he had a moment of clarity and decided he didn't want to die. He was banging on our door (our neighbor tells us) we didn't hear a thing. Then he walked over to our neighbor's house. The guy was dripping blood everywhere! Who knows how long the cops/ambulance took to get there. Poor guy was waiting in his car for them.
I used to see people doing it in their cars, people shooting at crap with guns, maybe bb-guns?, and drunken teenagers being loud as fuck. I used to call the cops and they'd always take their sweet-ass time. I'm sure if I lived in Beverly Hills they'd be over in no time.
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I used to see people doing it in their cars, people shooting at crap with guns, maybe bb-guns?, and drunken teenagers being loud as fuck. I used to call the cops and they'd always take their sweet-ass time. I'm sure if I lived in Beverly Hills they'd be over in no time.
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Click on "Visionaries" look at the tiny picture, isn't that one of the two cops kissing photos that you have on your site?
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