Mexicanz...
As I sat looking in to danny's eyes and gazing at the view outside of the window as the rain drops dropped. I ate them hard garlic knots at the pizza parlor in largo mall between marble slab and the movies. What interrupted my view? First I noticed a fat white thug wannabe who didn't seem mexican to me, then a short, stumpy fat mexican girl with her hair glued to her head and clothes tighter than they should be. The last thing I saw before I almost threw up, was a boney, greasy, smelly, blondddddde mexican who walked like a duck. Yes, Yes, it was giannese. HaHa. If that wasn't weird enough, the little fat short mexican girl ran back heading to the parking lot, she went to my car! My fuckin car, Danny got up but noticed they parked right next to us! The whole mall parking lot, and right next to us! That fuckin ugly turquoise mitsibushi mirage. HaHa. When we got back in the car I got out my window chalk, ran out to her car in the sprinkles and wrote "eew mexican". But it was raining and drooled down. What I do remember about my window chalk is that it stayed dry around the writing, so I'm guessing you could still read it? I hope so. HaHa. Speakin of her or it or whatever that mexican is, I read her diary Danny stole from her when they were goin out. She is just wrong, she never loved Danny. She talked about a numerous amount of guys, it was so wrong. So that is my story.