What comes around goes around.

His residence valued $197,000.

Sold.

All the money went to the government.

Coleman reportedly spent months living on the front porch,

sleeping on a lawn chair,

suffering from

dementia under the impression that he had locked himself out of his home. $134.

These vultures will throw you out of your own fucking house for a nickel and resell it

and make a nice profit.

And you think you have friends in the government?

You're fucking absolutely wrong.

You better get your head on straight.

You'll be lucky to be living on a porch.

You'll be in a fucking box.

Those folks in tenement housing, like the ones I grew up in, that many folks looked down on.

Oh, those are poor folks.

That was me.

That was my mom.

That was my brother.

Those are my sister.

Right?

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