Mind you're own fucking business asshole. Lucrum's a pussy who is going to whoop anyone's ass all they have to do is travel to Georgia and knock on his door. You want to see a fight spend a grand to go to Georgia and you two fools go at it. You notice even though he lives close to millions of people the only people he doesn't like enough to fight happen to live 1000 miles away. The guys a fool and full of himself too.
After meeting him at a restaurant for beers, food, and scenery, I'd say most people don't mess with him from what I could gather. And no, I don't drink anymore, but would meet up with him and drink enough iced tea to put myself into a tailspin while he had a normal amount of beers. I never could drink normal. After leaving the restaurant, I was torn up enough, but it didn't stop me from going to a gas station, and buying more. Also, I will note that one of my best Friends* resulted from a fist fight when we were in grade school. Sometimes it actually does work out to throw a few punches. Not always, but sometimes, yes...
*His name is Laratio. He works in the Gulf on oil rigs, and happens to be black.

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