hey, you know what's sweet, getting robbed at gun point while you're walking home, IN YOUR OWN FUCKING TOWN..Awesome, screw this place. If I ever see those guys again, I think might, honestly, actually, murder them. Now that I think about it their guns probably weren't real, but what is a cell phone and eighty bucks really worth, my life? Not really. so until I find my phone again or get a new one, just don't try and call me, because some asshole might pick up and act like me. At least I got to keep my wallet and Id, nice fucking dude's, I'm more pissed off than I can even explain, so that's why I'm writing right now, because I sure as hell can't call anyone. FUCK.