It is a wonder that I survived. When this ‘girl’ turned ’round she had a neck tattoo. Her ‘Mates’ also had neck tattoos.
Listen up here, I am an American. I am Loud. But by all the got’dam hells, if you are louder than me in any given situation, you are, probably NOT QUIET. (just sayin)
They sashayed over to me, with their rollies,
I admit to being a bit frightened.
Then I spotted Neck Tattoo Number Three,
Hey, bunny, is that an EM shirt? *i think i flashed a gang sign or whatever. I will TAKE some fake gangsta shit. This is my Language.*
Yo, EM, what of it? You messin?
Please. (PA-leeze) please?
hey, i knew EM. I is from 12 mile.
YO DOG SUP
erm, cool cool,
At this point the girl just plops down, calls her dawgs to heal and asks, me for a light.
We share a smoke and I live to fight another day.
England, I love you. So Quaint.