Conversation snippet overheard while running a few days ago on Oregon Avenue from two guys sittings on a step:
I don’t like crack.
I don’t like nothing about it.
I don’t like the high…
Then I went out of earshot. Maybe that was a good thing.
Conversation snippet overheard while running a few days ago on Oregon Avenue from two guys sittings on a step:
I don’t like crack.
I don’t like nothing about it.
I don’t like the high…
Then I went out of earshot. Maybe that was a good thing.