Does He Love Me Shirt

Does He Love Me Shirt
I’m not making a mountain out of a Does He Love Me Shirt, I’m just continuing your line of reasoning while applying the equivalence principal. Surely if a 13 year old can be trusted with the utterly responsible task of caring for my newborn son’s life, then they can be trusted with other solemn ventures as well. If they’re mature enough for this then they must be equally mature enough for that… People argue in favor of kids babysitting newborns because they can physically do the job and seem responsible and everyone knows a kid can physically drive a car and handle a gun, but you’re an idiot if you trust them with those responsibilities

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Does He Love Me Shirt

So a Does He Love Me Shirt, I live in South Bend, IN. Very dangerous city in certain areas, particularly where I live. I’m 21 now, about to be 22 in May. When I was 15, I got severally addicted to Xanax because of childhood trauma, insomnia, and persistent panic attacks. When I couldn’t afford my habit anymore, I was incarcerated on 4 counts of attempted armed Robbery with a deadly weapon in an attempt to get money for more Xanax because i was willing to do anything to get my next fix and stop the withdrawal, and i was facing 8 years in prison as a result of that whole thing. I was not charged as an adult, and because of that, it’s off my record and if you look up my record you’ll only see some bullshit Marijuana DUI (where i honest to God wasn’t even high but Indiana only looked for metabolites up until recently, so the blood level didn’t matter but that’s a whole other thing.) and that’s it. Im a citizen that follows the law, I don’t partake in any criminal activity whatsoever like I used to when I would trap and shit and hang around a bunch of BDK thug ass mfs, I pay my taxes and and try my best to be a good citizen. However, it wasn’t always that way; and i’ve had multiple fucked up situations where i was either shot at, robbed, or was robbin other people, at the age of 15. Unfortunately, even though that life was put behind me when I was released, and i’ve tried to just forget about it and live a different life, the consequences of the life I lived have followed me. Last October, when I was going to get gas, I had realized I forgot my gun at home; and it even though gave me some anxiety I was like “this isn’t a wild west dystopia, you’ll be fine, you’re just getting gas”, i couldn’t have been more wrong. about 15 seconds into getting gas i see a black Cadillac Escalade with all tinted windows pull up, stop at a pump. Then a hear an abrupt screech and the car is pullin up on me fast as hell, and before I even knew what was going on 4 mfs with pooh shiesty masks on pop out and i hear a “what’s good ni***? what’s good?” and start jumping me, over some shit that happened 6 years ago. i only know who it was because i recognized one of their bape hoodies and jewelry pendant with a kid’s face from the west side on it that was killed years back, and the car they were in, because i remember that same car, from years ago.

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