As a young man I learned that if you hurt somebody they'll leave you alone... good guys do finish last. When I try to leave everybody alone and do my own thing everybody just wanted to hurt me, until one day I decided well I've had enough of this picking and I went upstairs and I took a bar which the clothes used to hang on in the closet, and I went back downstairs and there were like six young men still figuring they were gonna mess with my head and uh... we went to war... to their surprise I was no longer taking the beating I was giving it.
He had a constitution of a fucking bull...
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