25 August 2004

A word of advice

Don't pull into your local repair shop and blow the horn and keep blowing it until one of us comes out to see what the fuck you want. By the time we get to your window, we won't be in the best of moods. Ask the lady who did that to me today when both Indian and Harry were out and I was there alone. She didn't get shit. Just because you drive some ritzy titzy car and live in some exclusive neighborhood doesn't mean the rest of the world is made up of your niggas. My pants go on one leg at a time, just like yours do. Treat me with respect, and I'll bend over backwards for you. Treat me like your boy and I'll fuck your ass until you choke.

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