Patience is a virtue, Restraint is a gift...
__Yesterday, I felt the urge to crush this asshole's larynx. Why?
__Standing in the Dunkin Donuts with my brother, I order some tea, and tell the immigrated spanish chick, I want it sweet. Well she comes back with it and I taste it and it's still a little bitter. So I tell her to make it as sweet as her. Keeping it light and humorous, ya know. Well, this asshole looks at me and say "she's very young and blah blah blah not to hit on her" Then he starts spouting off in mexicanese. Completely hijacking my conversation, so that I could get some sweet FUCKING tea.
__Finally, I ask her if there's sugar on the island, that the stupid bitch understands. I'm over there putting sugar in my tea, trying to talk myself into being good... Didn't work, I walk back over to the guy and tell him that I didn't appreciate him butting into my businesslike that. He spews some shit about it being his business. Of course I ask why's it's any of his business. And he starts to get mad, and starts to go off.
__At about this point I'm imagining what it'd feel like for his larynx to be crushed in that old white blue eyed body of his and gasping for air like a beached guppy.
__My brother knows me and pulled me out of there... we had a show todo, and ain't no way a black man gonna win in the Constitution State, even if that Arayan fuck hit me first.
__Standing in the Dunkin Donuts with my brother, I order some tea, and tell the immigrated spanish chick, I want it sweet. Well she comes back with it and I taste it and it's still a little bitter. So I tell her to make it as sweet as her. Keeping it light and humorous, ya know. Well, this asshole looks at me and say "she's very young and blah blah blah not to hit on her" Then he starts spouting off in mexicanese. Completely hijacking my conversation, so that I could get some sweet FUCKING tea.
__Finally, I ask her if there's sugar on the island, that the stupid bitch understands. I'm over there putting sugar in my tea, trying to talk myself into being good... Didn't work, I walk back over to the guy and tell him that I didn't appreciate him butting into my businesslike that. He spews some shit about it being his business. Of course I ask why's it's any of his business. And he starts to get mad, and starts to go off.
__At about this point I'm imagining what it'd feel like for his larynx to be crushed in that old white blue eyed body of his and gasping for air like a beached guppy.
__My brother knows me and pulled me out of there... we had a show todo, and ain't no way a black man gonna win in the Constitution State, even if that Arayan fuck hit me first.