I live way out in the country, but I went into town to a friend's house today. His house is on a residential corner that gets a fair amount of traffic cutting through the neighborhood. There are section ape apartments 3 blocks down toward the freeway, and a semi regular flow of nig nogs walking by or bicycling through. Today, we are standing out front, garage door up, drinking beer. There's a bar in the garage, a 50 inch flat screen, two refrigerators, and the rest is tools and motorcycles, you get the picture. Tyrone happens by and pulls up into the first few feet of the driveway on someone else's mountain bike. He mumbles something, and I turn away, because I don't acknowledge or talk to spooks, as I would just as soon kill one. When asked to repeat itself, it axes for a wrench to tighten up his pedal on the bike. Now, I'm thinking, 'BS' because we all know pedals are reverse threaded and don't loosen up, but rather tighten up when riding. My friend takes charge because it's his garage and having lost a brother to a violent nigger stabbing, he knows what's crackin'. Again, tool chests everywhere, and my buddy tells Bix Nood, "Nope, cant help ya, don't have any tools". Rastus has that look of, 'damn, these White boys aint gonna hepp me cause Iza nigger'. Buckwheat takes off. Moral of the story, The nigger plain wanted to get up close to that garage to see what was in there. There is good shit everywhere and that door is always up. It's about once a month that this sort of thing happens. They will come up for water, air in their tire, a cigarette, in which case they are told 'no' while everyone is busy smoking, whatever. They just want to window shop. Also, if you give them anything, they will ask for three more things. The deal is, keep them at a distance, always. Don't give them shit, not one God damn anything.
And that's how it's done. Stay safe.
Submitted July 19, 2015 at 03:12AM by 1icemonkey http://ift.tt/1McLpdp CoonTown
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