Something similar happened to me in 1990, when I first arrived in the USA and didn't know better to not fall asleep on a New York City subway car on an early Sunday morning. I woke up with a Hispanic crackhead pointing a gun into my chest demanding money. Unfortunately for him it wasn't the first time I'd had guns pointed at me so that wasn't happening. It became the second time I tried to kill someone.
Something similar happened to me in 1990, when I first arrived in the USA and didn't know better to not fall asleep on a New York City subway car on an early Sunday morning. I woke up with a Hispanic crackhead pointing a gun into my chest demanding money. Unfortunately for him it wasn't the first time I'd had guns pointed at me so that wasn't happening. It became the second time I tried to kill someone.
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