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Very few differences between the real-life crackheads I sometimes happen across and fictitious zombies. They look the same, probably smell the same, walk the same, both are always fiending and are always wanting something that doesn't belong to them, wether it happens to be yr brains or yr money.
It's kinda creepy looking in yr rear view mirror while waiting in the Dairy Queen drive-through and seeing these guys stagger towards ya, just knowing they are going to tap on yr window and ask for something.
Saw one half-dead looking one passed out in Pizza Hut semi-recently. They were calling the cops to have him removed. He was probably just some drunk, though. Same difference when yr on the streets.
Night of the living crackheads....sounds like a movie idea to me, less of course it's been done already?
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