Imagine hanging out with your friends, then deciding to leave and driving down the road a little buzzed. Then crashing into a pregnant lady. And--rather than check on her and the unborn child traumatized in her womb-you check on the money/weed/coke/id stuff in your car, and sprint away from the scene over a neighborhood wall.
Imagine how good you'd feel. How free.
You're a dreamer. But you're not the only one.Imagine hanging out with your friends, then deciding to leave and driving down the road a little buzzed. Then crashing into a pregnant lady. And--rather than check on her and the unborn child traumatized in her womb-you check on the money/weed/coke/id stuff in your car, and sprint away from the scene over a neighborhood wall.
Imagine how good you'd feel. How free.
You people act like he knew that it was a pregnant woman, when he didn't. I'm sick of people judging fighters off of their personal lifes.Imagine hanging out with your friends, then deciding to leave and driving down the road a little buzzed. Then crashing into a pregnant lady. And--rather than check on her and the unborn child traumatized in her womb-you check on the money/weed/coke/id stuff in your car, and sprint away from the scene over a neighborhood wall.
Imagine how good you'd feel. How free.
You people act like he knew that it was a pregnant woman, when he didn't. I'm sick of people judging fighters off of their personal lifes.
That would be funny, but... it's not.Jones ran up to the pregnant lady's car to check on her, poked her in both eyes so she couldn't see who hit her, then ran away on foot.
That would be funny, but... it's not.
You people act like he knew that it was a pregnant woman, when he didn't. I'm sick of people judging fighters off of their personal lifes.
That would be funny, but... it's not.