I'm young and stupid. If I ever caught the fcker that took his key to my car, my fists would have no hesitation getting introduced to his face.
I work at a nightclub. I've stared down the barrel of a loaded gun before... Even got to see it fire. I have a nice gash on the side of my face to prove that I survived a bullet aimed for my head.
Some punk kid coward enough to scratch my car isn't getting any sympathy from me. He either pays for the repairs in full, or I take the payment in medical bills with interest.
That's me on the right. Scar on my left cheek.
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