Kid on my porch this morning, had blood all over him, said he needed help. He had stabbed someone, wanted to call his mom,
said he was jumped on his way home from school. Maybe he shouldn't have been wearing the gang colors, said his sister was there and some kid pulled a gun, I don't know if half of it was true but I helped him out, probably not the greatest idea in the world but he looked like a dear in headlights on my doorstep.
Why can't Savannah be exciting in ways that aren't ghetto Fabulous.