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my new years was pretty crazy. my sister and i went to saddle ranch on sunset. i drank a craft and a half of amf. it was tasty. we watched people get owned by the mechanical bull. my sister almost got into a fight because some girl called her fat. then we saw these gangstas from south central fighting in the middle of an intersection. they were throwing bottles and stuff. then someone got shot. and was laying on the road. and the cops really didnt seem to care all that much. i was on the verge of tears. seeing a dead body is really intense. i felt so sad seeing that guy just laying there. i realized that life is really fragile. and these los angeles thugs dont mess. its for real.