When I began my year long stint of hanging with Pittsburgh's "Sugartop" faction of the Bloods, back in the day, Too Low emptied his gun and put it to my head and clicked, spun, clicked, spun, clicked. I got really mad and told him I didn't think it was funny. He opened the magazine(?); and showed me. He didn't empty it... there were 2 bullets in there spaced apart!!!!!! True story. I coulda beat the FUCK outta that kid!! He's in jail now for armed robbery of a firearms store. I told the dudes I didn't want them to beat the fuck outta me to "jump me into the gang" so that was the alternative they came up with.
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