pyro.
i feel for you brother. i bet you feel like your dad should jus jerked off once he had an orgazm huh. i kno dogg. nuttin wosre than being mugged.
i got mugged stylishly like those car jackers do in gone in 60 secs or the thieves in oceans eleven. criminals have a far more higher iq than most men(real criminals).
all theses other street punks that tyhreaten to shoot you wit a cap gun can blow me. here is the story.
Im strollin from my carribean connection a few months ago after my last exam for the term wit a nigga o mine. he was gonna get us a few bitches to piss on coz my nuts felt like gold that day.
When this nigga approaches us and another cat across the street, and suggests we make a hubble. so yeah we gather like jesus feeding his disciples knowledge on how to bonk his cousins and create a new race of christaineez people in the early stages of humanity. Coz my man mentioned the m word money.
so this stranger tells thesen gentlemen about a factory operating in the bowels of the fourways suburb and how we can make 200 bux off the bat like that. me n my boy are like yeah im down, no doubt n shit and he leads us to this arbitrarily random green gate a few blocks from the fourways spar and tells us to wait coz he has to call the security and ask for stickers to place our belongings(cellphones wallets etc) so we are nort accused of stealing.
its all good, spog high as a bird and hungry is like f*** u to that nigga but then the second stranger from across the street gives him his wallet.making sure we look carefully @ at a stack of 200 rand notes(i wanted to rob that guy once i saw his wallet) he referred to as rent money carefully placed in his wallet. and the job offer man disappears.
so while he is gone my man wit the rent is feulling us wit pro give your goods propaganda and im thinking imma jack an adidas tracksuit, hopefully they will have high cut superstars and maybe i could make out wit a backpack.(A STYLISH MUTHAf***ING BACKPACK AS OPPOSED TO THAT PIECE OF CRAP IN MY ROOM).
THe job offer dude returns wit this khaki clad stickman that was longer than a bungee chord.speaking in zulu(im a tswana+pedi=tswape brother so zulu straight jibberish for i n i) but i could make sense of wat he was sayin. He gave back the rent cats wallet back untouched wit just a green sticker(similar to the ones at pick n pray in colour) added on the top and happily gave him my brand new second hand cellular phone.stickman security asked for my boys ishh but he said no and told him he didnt own shit.
Im still on cloud 9 when stick walked then followed by the job offer man and the rent man, who all swore to return to get us.
i chased and by the time i got to the corner the turned at, the had pulled a houdini.
and there i as a lil suburban boy pissed out his f***ing high, hungry and rocking cracked lips which were bleeding now coz of my screaming. sux huh
