Here I am at Missing Mile again. And as I was standing in front of a tattoo parlor, I got held up at knife point. :/ I know, right? Minding my own business and all? Some dude put a knife to my throat and took me to this huge, abandoned warehouse. Since it was locked, he had to break in. I fully expected (hoped) alarms would sound and the MMPD would swarm in and save me. No such luck. Because I was kinda mouthy to him, he decided to tye my hands together and kick me to the floor. Ouch. Honestly, I was mostly ticked about my new couture shirt. So he finally told me what he wanted: To find the owner of the warehouse and hi-jack his drug cartel... aka, feed me to the wolves. But I agreed to do it, if it meant freedom. Plus he had bad breath.
I forgot how dangerous Missing Mile can be. Be very very careful if you visit. I'm afraid with the increased traffic recently, the crime is bound to increase as well. Take care.
Nala Kurka styled most of this outfit. Too cute! (-0- prim adjustments, woot!)
