I was walking down the street the other day, minding my own weird business,
when I suddenly noticed this well-dressed person walking on the other side of the sreet:
fancy blazer, leather shoes, nice shirt, sunglasses, thick, full hair; you know: the whole package.
It was almost intimidating, so much that it really took a while for my brain to process
that this person must have been something like 12 years old.
Walking about ten feet infront of this little guy, was his mother, and I know she was who I say she is, because the
kid was yelling some mean disturbing shit at her like it was nothing.
KID:"Ay woman... woman... *whistle* ... I want some fucking Red Bull"
She stops.
At this point, I'm fucking psyched because... I'm about to expect some kind of reality tv super rage breakdown scene.
I also stop walking.
KID: "Ay what you looking at my mom for?".
Boom I part of the scene know.
ME: "I'm gonna fuck your mommy, also... you're drinking bull jizz".
Kid got really mad, tries to cross over the street, gets run over by a huge truck.