A big drug dealer, that is. According to the Journal-Gazette, this guy here just got caught, allegedly, in possession of over three tons of marijuana, the largest pot bust in local memory. I didn't recognize him at first because it has probably been almost twenty years since I saw him last, but he is the younger brother of a pretty good high school friend of mine. We weren't great friends, but we hung out a lot. I got mad at him once when he lost my Dead Milkmen t-shirt, and he got mad at me when one time when I made out with his high school sweet-heart, but J.R. was always cool. Anyway, I'm sorry that J.R. and his family are experiencing this. The McChesneys are an extremely nice, bright, and upstanding bunch of people. Such a shame.
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So this is why there were a "ton" of cop cars blocking my way toward my source of food?
"Small world," as the cliché goes. I had something similar happen recently; a guy I went to school with in Decatur robbed (and pistol-whipped!) this old granny-who happened to be the grandmother of another peer of mine-in her home. Yikes!
It's an unreal feeling, seeing it on the news; I suppose I'll become more accustomed to it as it occurs again?
Man, after hearing you describe for awhile now, Decatur is starting to come across as a a pretty interesting place.
Haha. I'm not certain the town itself would be of much interest, but the folk are endearing. I'd liken it to finding that last piece of cake in your dog's fecal waste, and deciding to take a bite out of it after making sure no one's watching. Delicious!
Oh yeah; warning: not for the weak stomach.
um, gross.
Herr, you might be the first student I've ever considered asking that he be *less* specific with his imagery.
lol, I'll see what I can do.
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