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[QUOTE="Niccolai:654476"]i just got home from teh police station. i had to give a formal report and actually work with a sketch artist. i still feel sick to my stomach. I was driving home today, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. I was stopping at a stop sign, a female friend of mine was in the passenger seat and just started screaming. I looked and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized we were looking at them. I called 911 the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took something out of his jacket and hit the guy in the head. At this point we were in shock. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home, my mom was there and I told them what I had just seen. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle to Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. [/QUOTE]
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