Shit, I grew up in the ghetto of Long Beach, got jumped on the regular and my parents still sent my 8 year old ass a mile down the road just to get some milk. So long as I was withing ear range of my mother’s deafening whistle, I was safe. It wasn’t until 12 years after I was born and my little brother was born that my parents got all paranoid, saying shit like, “He could get snatched up from the front yard and then we’re already too late.” Like mother fuckers! Are you kidding me?! I used to fuckin, slip n slide down the tetanus infested curbs with a tarp and a hose in my underwear while you guys did crack in the back yard, but low and behold the gated front yard is too unsafe for him. Poor kids gonna grow up to be the “Actchuallly *slobber drip*” South Park meme, but it’s no shit off my shoulder, the kids spoiled as shit and he acts like it, he treats my nephew like the turd my brother will eventually become. Any way, here’s a rocket ship for Big Money (_)_)=====D~~~