dear gangs and thangs diary,
well, i fucking am an idiot. i just proved that again. and i'll do it a couple of more times prolly, but i would welcome a group of kids holding up traffic because we have the real shit going on over here. we have gang and group retaliation shit over here in the daytime- in front of children- in the front yards- with toys and houses being shot up. the police stopped every black guy walking in a mile radius to search him for a gun. i went down the wrong street and the cops told me to hurry and leave the area. i was just stawking the hero- i wasn't planning on staying. yup. it's a mob out there. i'm lucky though, unlike most. black people love me and i love black people. i think it is because i think i was supposed to be a gay black man or an angry black woman. i dunno, but i was supposed to be black. william thought he was mixed for years, even going so far as to tell his school principal his father was african american. the hero straightened all of that out for me when a police officer came to the school that he knew. one of the many things i give thanks for, but oh well. william grew out of that phase and i get to take the credit. the keep your doors locked and for shits sake don't provoke anyone- and if they do approach you- offer them a blunt (or force trauma to the head- depending on who has the bigger strap on.) but as far as the parades of kids in the street being smart asses taking their time crossing like cows having intercourse (have you ever seen that? it's so amusing and sick and slow and retarded) remember, 'a watched pot never boils.' just imagine jesse jackson leading them or that one of them could be our next president in thirteen years and it'll prolly calm you next time. i am not laughing, okay, you busted me, i am.
well, i fucking am an idiot. i just proved that again. and i'll do it a couple of more times prolly, but i would welcome a group of kids holding up traffic because we have the real shit going on over here. we have gang and group retaliation shit over here in the daytime- in front of children- in the front yards- with toys and houses being shot up. the police stopped every black guy walking in a mile radius to search him for a gun. i went down the wrong street and the cops told me to hurry and leave the area. i was just stawking the hero- i wasn't planning on staying. yup. it's a mob out there. i'm lucky though, unlike most. black people love me and i love black people. i think it is because i think i was supposed to be a gay black man or an angry black woman. i dunno, but i was supposed to be black. william thought he was mixed for years, even going so far as to tell his school principal his father was african american. the hero straightened all of that out for me when a police officer came to the school that he knew. one of the many things i give thanks for, but oh well. william grew out of that phase and i get to take the credit. the keep your doors locked and for shits sake don't provoke anyone- and if they do approach you- offer them a blunt (or force trauma to the head- depending on who has the bigger strap on.) but as far as the parades of kids in the street being smart asses taking their time crossing like cows having intercourse (have you ever seen that? it's so amusing and sick and slow and retarded) remember, 'a watched pot never boils.' just imagine jesse jackson leading them or that one of them could be our next president in thirteen years and it'll prolly calm you next time. i am not laughing, okay, you busted me, i am.
