Earlier this week I stepped outside to check the mail. I've been anxiously awaiting my very first unemployment check. I've been out of work now for three weeks, and this is the first time that I've actually had to use the system. I want to make sure that it works.
So, anyway I'm on my way to the mailbox and on my way I pass by, "the gangster corner." Now these guys/gals aren't gangsters per say but they maintain the look and the lifestyle of the gangster. By this I mean, heavy set latinos with the baggy clothes, wife beaters, and the asshole attitude. I've never spoken a word to any of these guys, but that's how they come off given their behavior. They look tough.....and that's about it.
There's one particular home where one of these roaches lives and wouldn't you know it, he has a token pitbull for a dog. Typical pitbull with the docked tail and ears. Looks like the dog could've been on one of those shirts you could get at the swap meet with the pitbull and the padlock gold chain around its neck. I feel bad for the dog because there is no yard for it. The owner keeps it penned up in the garage with the garage door cocked open enough to get air in.
So on my way to the mailbox, I notice said tubby gangster in a wifebeater and baggy shorts talking to a AAA service guy, that's.....CHANGING HIS TIRE. Can you believe that? Mr. Macho Nacho candyass can't even change his own tire. What a puss. I wanted to laugh in disgust. The guy drives a Lexus.....whoopty doo. How much weed or blow did he sell to buy that? Better yet how much money did he pay off his fellow roaches to allow him to dress up like a gangster. I don't think he knows that Halloween comes once a year, and it's free.
I wonder what kind of work the guy does? I should've taken a picture.
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