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Originally Posted by Cochise
Yeah, I don't understand this. Why the hell would you keep living there? You can live anywhere in the world you want and you want to stay there, where people are actively trying to kill you?
Sounds like, as Rolle said, he'd made some enemies on the street and one of them got to him.
Sounds like it may have been an inside job... like the girlfriend?
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I'd wonder about a "house guest" who seemed more like a roommate. There's a name (which I don't know) for the resentment that grows in people who are provided for by another wholly.
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4. Performance enhancing drugs:
A) are my ticket to the Hall of Fame.
B) would be better if they tasted like fruit and were shaped like various Flintstones characters.
C) are not for me, because I find that cocaine aids my performance much more effectively.
D) apparently worked for Rodney Harrison.
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