About this user
Woke up today around noon and had this notion that i was to head over to compton shortly. I reached over to my nightstand and flipped the cap off of a bottle of scotch. If my mothers antics are anything like i suspect they will be then Im going to need to polish off this bottle as a means of muffling her incessant nagging regarding my choice of friends. As i was leaving, i noticed a group of neighborhood hooligans that i have had prior run ins with and upon them seeing me, they made some verbal attempts to inform of the dangers of upsetting them in any way. I dashed into the house to retrieve my mac 10 just in case the matter got out of hand. I went back outside and brandished my fully automatic sub machine gun, (i have a class III permit and so i am fully legal to carry such a weapon). Just as i thought, a hasty retreat was made when those young punks saw i was not a man whom stepped lightly. I climbed into my fully restored 1964 impala. She's a beauty. I turned on the radio in hopes that some music might take my mind off of what had just occurred. Someone had fiddled with my radio because my normal channel wasn't on and instead it was that damned urban station with some new song by NWA talking about gangs and such. Call me an old fuddy duddy but i can't abide by that noise. I popped in an old 8 track of Perry Cuomo, now that's music! Anyway, i was passing by the local park and admiring the athleticism of some kids that were cold shooting some hoops on the basketball court. My god are our local parks in disrepair. Ill have to remember to call the city council and see if something can be done about this eye sore. Just then, a vehicle pulled up alongside of me and out came two gentleman in such a rush that i thought something might be awry. One of the men tapped my window and, against my better judgment, i rolled it down. I figured that might be in a hurry and needed directions or something of the sort. Was i ever wrong. Before i could blink, the man pulled a gun and informed me in a manner that id rather not repeat, that i was being robbed of my vehicle. Just then at that moment it occurred to me that the people in this neighborhood can be very difficult and that if i were to be curt or sharp tongued with there men, they may very well end my life prematurely. No, the right thing to do in this instance is to mind my temper and keep composed. However, that's just my opinion and therefore, i prefer not to be quoted.
Hometown
City of Compton
Country
United States
Occupation
none
Companies
none
Schools
Hard Nox
Interests
I like lunch meat, not necessarilly in a sandwich, but by itself. i prefer cats to dogs. guns. i hate peanut butter. i dont like it when people turn on the air conditioner but set the temperature at fucking 78. What the hell is the point. id rather just sweat than sit in the inbetween zone you've created. its like purgatory of comfortability. theres that sweet spot where its not quite hot or cold where all the built up funk thats been lingering starts to creep out. old socks, cushions that have been exposed to nasty cheese. all that shit stays hidden in the hot and cold but not in that inbetween. unplug your fridge for about 6 hours and then go take a whiff, then go turn up the fucking ac. bacon
