I’m a career criminal. I’m completely against snitching. I would never give up my accomplices; it doesn’t matter if my toe nails were being pried off, one at a time, by a pair of pliers — or if my eyeballs were being pecked out by a pack of malevolent ravens.
However, I would rather snitch on my own family members than ever have to endure a second of this sorry excuse of a film again.
West coast.