“Heard of a van that’s loaded with weapons. Packed up and ready to go,” Byrne said, going on to describe a neighborhood in the grip of absolute chaos. “Heard of some gravesites out by the highway - a place where nobody knows.”
He sighed, and looked toward the skyline. “The sound of gunfire off in the distance . . . I’m getting used to it now. Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto. I’ve lived all over this town.”
When asked how his family would survive without the income from the lemonade stand, Byrne reassured the Globe that he’s “got some groceries, some peanut butter, to last a couple of days.”
“Heard of a van that’s loaded with weapons. Packed up and ready to go,” Byrne said, going on to describe a neighborhood in the grip of absolute chaos. “Heard of some gravesites out by the highway - a place where nobody knows.”
He sighed, and looked toward the skyline. “The sound of gunfire off in the distance . . . I’m getting used to it now. Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto. I’ve lived all over this town.”
When asked how his family would survive without the income from the lemonade stand, Byrne reassured the Globe that he’s “got some groceries, some peanut butter, to last a couple of days.”
I thought this was for real for a second and was like wow just like parable of the sower