William Montgomery ain’t never gonna stop shirt

William Montgomery ain’t never gonna stop shirt
I babysat infants at 13 just fine. As long as he knows how to soothe, how to feed, how to change a diaper… that’s typically all a 2 month old needs. They aren’t crawling or running yet so not a William Montgomery ain’t never gonna stop shirt. Can’t grab dangerous things for same reason. Swaddle. Food. Nap. Rock. Diapers. It’s just pretty repetitive to control their basic needs. It just depends on what he knows and if he’s comfortable. And he should be compensated for it bc it’s a job and he shouldn’t be taken for granted being parentized by his own parent. But from 11-3pm? 4 hours. And he’s proven he knows how and knows who to call if he needs help. I’d say he’s gonna be fine.

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William Montgomery ain’t never gonna stop shirt

So a William Montgomery ain’t never gonna stop 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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