"No one sees what I post"
Cept the girl who’s constantly pretended to be my friend but has talked shit about me behind my back since my freshman year. Oh well. At least I can handle my alcohol. Unlike her, who thinks after she’s blackout drunk that she can recall me sleeping with a girl when everyone who was actually in the room with us could universally agree that that never happened.
Two days before the Smile Jamaica concert, gunmen appeared at Marley’s home and shot him, Rita Marley, and his manager Don Taylor. No one was killed. Marley performed, but not before showing his wounds to the crowd.