i almost got beat up at the toll booths when some kid in a kitted cavy rolled through with his prada bag, abercrombie g/f.
heres how it went down:
him: how ya doing boss???
me: not bad you…small little chuckle
him:???
me: i was just admiring your car…well looking at it
him: yeah its alright
me: yeah i guess, does it have nos
him: no…i dont like that stuff turbos, spray (something else) is for fags
me: so going fast is stupid???
him: (no response)
me: i like your popped collar (pink shirt)
him:thanks
i give him his change…
:i notice a tribal tattoo on his arm:
henceforth making me burst out in a louder more noticable chuckle.
him:yeah?
me: yeah i just saw your tat. its tribal right?
him: yeah, me and my boy (someone) got matching ones.
me: if going fast is gay, then what is that?
:him all pissed off:
(opens his car door into the side of toll booth…hard, real hard, and drives away)
for the next 5-8 cars i couldn’t stop laughing.
its kids like that, that piss me off, and who jack has a right to talk about.