James got robbed at gunpoint while doing work on our old house early this week. He's lucky to be alive; the guy tried to force J in his car after he took his wallet, and he was smart enough to run and hide in a ditch while calling 911. I'm glad I'm not a 29 year-old widow.
Memphis is my hometown, and has so much to offer. I hate that I am slowly watching it turn into a ghetto dump. King Willie's got to go!
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