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So I walk into a UDF on the West Side at midnight tonight (not recommended) wearing my scrubs and a hospital badge. I proceed to buy a 12 pack of Miller light, a frozen "Pizza for One," (sad), and a pack of smokes. The people in the "convenience" store look at me like I have three friggin' heads. As I drive away I realize, in general, if people on the West Side take the time to put down their crack pipes and point out to their friends that YOU are doing something fucked up...then there's a problem. I may need to reevaluate my life.
Much Love,
Bo