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The other day I was biking home, admiring the sights and sounds of my neighborhood. I could smell warm corn tortillas being made somewhere nearby, and my stomach started to rumble thinking about all the delicious mexican food on this end of town. A kid got shot a block or two down on Cinco de Mayo, actually. As I turned the corner and biked down an unlit avenue some big booty hooker with a crazy drunk or cracked out swagger stopped and said, "Woooo! Hey I like your hair". "Thanks," I said as I biked past, "heads up, the 5-0 about to be headin round the corner in a couple seconds!" What nice neighbors.
My roommates and a friend who shares my name are going camping in a couple weekends deep up in the woods. I hope they can handle it without going nuts.
My roommates and a friend who shares my name are going camping in a couple weekends deep up in the woods. I hope they can handle it without going nuts.