We Done Need No Cocaine.

Well Damn

its been a crazy fucking weekend

Thank your god that essence fest is done and over with

Throwing people out of a bar at 4 in the morning is hard work

when the people your throwing out start screaming about how racist you are

to a street full of black people

you just get the meanest looks sometimes

but listen to this bullshit

So Friday (at least i think it was friday, days get kinda of blurred together these days)

im walking home on Bourbon like where i work

and i pass Clover Grill

and im walking

this crackhead dude comes up from behind me and shoves my right shoulder

and sticks his hand in my right pocket

so i freak out

and i have a baton in my hand its like a retractable knight stick

and i spin around and hit him in the shoulder

he staggers back and starts reaching in his pockets for something and i whack'em

like in the mouth.......

he falls and is like unconsious in the street bleeding from his mouth and shit

but as i was told by Les and my brother Brandon

if dudes laying in the street alive keep walking

if dudes dead in the street walk alittle faster than normal.

i left him there thinking i just whacked a crackhead that tried to rob me

im freaking out .....

but i got home and went to work the next day and everythings hunky doory

but yesterday when i went to go get paid

me and my brother are walking back to Quarter Master for munchies and

i see this guy

that was about the same size as the crackhead

and he looks like hes got a po-boy bun grown into his face

i stopped in the middle of the side walk and just stare at that man

...... the crackhead is still alive ......