Well, it's new to me. I mean, to not realize immediately I was being lied to. Lies, man... that was the kind a shit I could smell from a mile away, even when I was a kid. And I hated -- that fuckers would think I was stupid enough to fall for their bull. So much so, that people fuckin' knew not to lie to me -- like as soon as they met me, the vibe was don't fuckin' lie to this guy or... else.
Amigo... you've been running since Miami. From yourself. Running... chaste. Heh. Though now, you caught up to you, and now you fight yourself. What's that like -- fighting a man you know you can't beat?
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