I am short and chubby... dammit! Scott, you got my back next time we hit the CD? I live by God, not afraid as for if I am meant to die, then well adios, here I come float muffins!
Well I've never been one to hide in the house, even when this was the worst hood in Seattle. I can remember when there were crack dealers all up and down Cherry for seven blocks, and someone would get wacked about every other day. Invariably, every time I went into my favorite barbeque around the corner, some Crack Dealer would try to sell me drugs. The Drug business really dried up when the SPD started impounding the cars of the Rich White Kids, from Bellevue, who came to the hood to get their drugs. Bad news getting your expensive car (that their parents probably paid for) auctioned off for a gram of crack, ouch!
Well things seem to have changed for the better around here. So not much to worry about

But I'll watch your back Patty.
Yep when it's your day it's your day.
Historically, there are probably no more Wack Jobs than there have ever been,
but they get a hell of a lot more attention from the media now days.
We still have special places for the criminally insane

ya know