In September 1969, a fumbling, cranky old church deacon known as Sportcoat shuffles into the courtyard of a housing project in Brooklyn, pulls a .45 from his pocket, and, in front of everybody, shoots the project's drug dealer at point-blank range.
In September 1969, a fumbling, cranky old church deacon known as Sportcoat shuffles into the courtyard of a housing project in Brooklyn, pulls a .45 from his pocket, and, in front of everybody, shoots the project's drug dealer at point-blank range.
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