
I don't know if I should install rows of chains down my door and a deadbolt or get a guard dog or something cause this is seriously messed up...I don't know about any of yall but I grew up in the hood and got the hell out of there at 17 for a reason. Aside from getting knocked up but that's a whole other diary entry...The streets were rough with drama going on any day of the week. From cat fights between tacky hood rats, drug raids, beat downs...