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so there i was me and my pal randy( he was drivin ) in an old nissan truck... going down a lil hilly part of roads in clermont florida... this was at night around 11:30 and there was nobody around the roads so we make eye contact and we see how fast we can get the pos up to... we hit 100 and begin to slow down to about 60 ( the speed limit ) when all of a sudden i ( in the passenger seat ) see a white -shirt right next to us on the road we hit the object and all i see is a head go flyin by my window screamin..... so as we hit the brakes go sideways and stop... we realize that we just hit a black gentleman on a 10- speed bike... so as randy is freakin out about hutting a guy on a bike thinking hes gonna find this guy dead on the side of the road.. we hop out and see hime with his bike on his shoulders runnin down the road... so as we run after his limpy ass down the road... hes sayin don't cxall the cops and just take him home to his gf's house and he would be fine.. will me and randy weren't all to cool with that firguin hit and run was a serious crime.. so we get his name and dl' number and go down to the police to fill out a report... turns out the guy we hit ( his name was pierre) was a drug dealer that has elluded police for some time... so after that we didn't feel to bad... oh and for the injuries to him that we caused we hit his left SPIKY pedal in to his balk calf and ripped it down causing a very serious wound.. he didn't feel a thing though cuz he was bookin it after the accident... so ther e is my story about me doin my aprt in the drug war:)
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