GOD DAMN IT
I WAS GONNA PUT SOME OTHER TRACK HERE ON FRIDAY’S EDITION
BUT THEN INSTIGATOR (THAT FUCKER) HAD TO REMIND ME THAT PAPA FRANKU IS THE MOST FIRE FUCKING MEME RAPPER IN THIS GAME
SO HAVE THIS FUCKING THING
Screaming aside, today I got reminded of something that happened when I was out of highschool.
Mostly by being really hungry just before my lunch break.
I had taken a liking to wearing a black trenchcoat, fedora, gloves.
It was awful, but I did my best to be kinda classy when I still worried about that stuff.
Nobody thought it was classy.
It helped me one night, one good night, however.
Somebody in my family needed me to get some cash from my bank, so I asked them to give me a ride.
Later at night, and didn’t wanna walk.
My uncle’s GF at the time was that ride for the night.
She had this big fucking Ford dualie at the time, all in black.
Big fucking truck.
The sorta truck you lose in a divorce to the sort of woman my uncle’s GF was.
Anyway. I get my hat on, my coat.
And I’m wearing fucking sandals, shorts, and a t-shirt. It was fucking summer. And I was still an idiot.
So becoated, we drive to my bank.
Lo, and behold. Right beside my bank, there were two native girls brawling with a pair of fat white girls.
Across the street from them, a group of native boys, half-white kids were all watching this brawl go down.
You know, being teenage assholes, as teenage assholes do.
And then we pull up in this big black dualie.
I was sitting in the backseat, with the locks still up.
And I remember yelling, “UNLOCK THIS GOD DAMN DOOR. GOD DAMN IT, UNLOCK THIS DOOR”
So Uncle’s GF complies, and I barge the fuck out of the back of the truck.
And those two native girls gave me the most terrified look I had ever seen on somebody’s face, as I bellowed,
“YOU WANNA FIGHT SOMEBODY, C’MON HIT ME, I’LL TEAR ALL YOU BITCHES IN HALF”
And here was 6’4″ of me in a fedora, black trench-coat, sandals, shorts, and smacking my chest, spooking the hell out of all them.
I kind of laugh now, because the other group had the sense to start running once the black truck pulled up, but these two girls had no idea what to do for half a second.
And then they fucking ran.
So. It turns out the two white girls couldn’t call anybody for help because those two bitches broke their phones.
A damn shame.
And then we called one of their moms, and then let them know they could have the cops call us to back us up.
And then I forgot to ask their fucking names.
Ah well. At least I helped somehow.
Why did an empty stomach remind me of that?
It was weird, but at that moment, when it was all done, the only thing I could think of was eating.
Fucking weird ass shit if you ask me.
HAVE A GOODWEEKEND ERRYBODY