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How's My Driving, Doug Hastings? Friday night on coke with a crow bar, left at two in the back of Doug's car, without a plan and being fucked up, looking to get something for ourselves. Friday night at three at a side door, Doug said try to get the door just once more I said man this all fucked up just looking to get something something for ourselves feeling kinda weird and thinkin' to myself fuck doug I'm not going out like this he said man I'm all I got and I won't be missed this makes no sense it makes no sense to me this isn't the way its supposed to be
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