In Baltimore's senior dens, too much grog be plaguing the old salts, aye, a forgotten crew be they.
2024-06-03
Arrr, me hearties! 'Tis a sad tale of woe and despair! Many a brave soul be fallin' victim to the cursed fentanyl and other foul drugs. 'Tis a plague upon the land, especially strikin' the Black buccaneers in their golden years. Mayhaps we should be sendin' them some grog and hearty laughter instead!
Arrr, me hearties! It be a sad tale of woe on the high seas of Baltimore. Many a soul be dyin' from the cursed fentanyl and other devilish drugs that plague our fair city. The ones takin' the hardest hit be the Black men in their 50s to 70s, a group left behind by the changin' tides of Baltimore's economy.Ye see, these poor souls be strugglin' to stay afloat in a sea of unemployment and poverty. The siren song of drugs be luring them into dangerous waters, claimin' their lives one by one. It be a tragedy of epic proportions.
But fear not, me hearties! We can work together to turn the tide and save our brethren from this cruel fate. Let us band together like a motley crew of pirates and set sail on a mission to rescue those in need. Arrr, together we can make a difference and bring hope to those who have lost their way.
So raise a glass of grog to the brave souls who be fightin' this battle, and let us vow to stand by their side until the bitter end. For we be pirates of the modern age, and no enemy, be it drugs or despair, shall stand in our way!