Back when I was in my late teens/early twenties, I would be considered what you would now think of as a "thug" if such a term could ever apply to a white female. You and I, we had a lot of run-ins with each other, yet I miraculously managed to survive and make it to my thirties.
Thank you.
I hadn't put a lot of thought into that, honestly. I mean, most of us expect to make it into our thirties, amirite?
But I now see that, given my history, it's a pretty remarkable achievement, isn't it? And I have you to thank for sparing my life.