Rape Corruption-Mob
The year is 1992; I was twenty-two years old and driving my Camaro. Then all of a sudden, boom! Damn! I had driven off the road.
As I got out of my car, I heard a man''s voice, which drew my eyes to a man on a motorcycle. He seemed so nice and sincere, but his intentions were evil.
At first, I was broken. How could someone be that evil and how could a judge let someone that evil off that easy! The t...
The year is 1992; I was twenty-two years old and driving my Camaro. Then all of a sudden, boom! Damn! I had driven off the road.
As I got out of my car, I heard a man''s voice, which drew my eyes to a man on a motorcycle. He seemed so nice and sincere, but his intentions were evil.
At first, I was broken. How could someone be that evil and how could a judge let someone that evil off that easy! The t...
