There were a ton of syringes under an overpass we had. Guess the junkies went down there to shoot up or something. How I never got a disease messing with them as a kid is beyond me.
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There were a ton of syringes under an overpass we had. Guess the junkies went down there to shoot up or something. How I never got a disease messing with them as a kid is beyond me.
You know, I grew up in a place like that. Apparently it hasn't changed much over the years...
I have two scars on my hand, and one on my foot from broken glass. I still shudder when I think about...
I practice on pretty rough terrain back in the US. Mountains, REAL parks, etc. Many a rock/hole/wild animal has disrupted my execution. I'm cool with that, though.