“My old street gang. Artesia Crips. When I got out of Chino I went looking for some of them and found it ain’t just them gone, but the turf itself.” 7 more words
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“Because this Wolfmann is surrounded day and night with some Aryan Brotherhood army, and outside of Glen I have never enjoyed cordial relations with those Nazi-ass motherfuckers.”
Potential clients had been known to spend hours gazing at the ocular mazework, often forgetting what they’d come here for.
He stumbled up the hill to Wavos and had breakfast with the hard-core surfers who were always there. Flaco the Bad came over.