hey yo, had to add one of my favs of the beer runner chronicles. I particularly enjoyed this run but don't get me wrong yo, I thoroughly enjoyed all the others. cept for the couple times towards the end of her(bb-gun) service life when I would go to shoot and the co2 had leaked out. talk about turnin a smile upside down n shit. but anyways, I digress. This shit went down a while back. I was workin alone in the afternoon and it was pretty slow n shit. Then 3 mex gangstas from outta town roll in.(can tell from their tattoos) They act pretty normal. one grabs a 20pk while the other 2 just lookin around. so dude approaches the counter, rite? so I go to ring dude up and the muhfucker say's,"lates." and walks out. (It was a lil unexpected, cuz fo some reason, gangstas don't usually pull the beer run n shit. They seem to lean a lil bit mo on the "armed robbery" tip. but thats just my observance. u know?) notice i said,"walked." No runnin, yo. just straight strolled out with his homies. I guess they felt they too gangsta to run. maybe they was thinkin I was gon cower in fear of their tattoed gangstaness. who knows fo sure? but one thing they din't know was that they was fuckin with a,"trigger happy, didn't give a fuk where they from, BB-gun totin, master class liquor store clerk," that day. and the repercussions of doin such a silly thing.
I stepped out just as the fuckface with the 20pk was gettin in the car. I did me some, muhfukin rapid fire, machine gun shit on his ass, yo. Idiot was gettin hit pretty good, He was flinching as if he was being repeatedly stung by some bees. shit was pretty fuckin funny and what made it even better is the fact that he dropped the beer. (1 point for me.) and ducked in the car all quick n shit. He then tries to reach out to close the door but pulls his arm back in real fast. Cuz I'm still shootin at this point. He must yelled to his homie,"GO, GO!." Cuz they took off fast as hell. Tires skreeching n shit, door slamming shut as if they robbed a bank or some shit.
it was fuckin beautiful. I had a good chuckle while I went to pick up my beer. Fuckin dumbasses. I wondered how "gangsta" they were feelin after that shit... As I said before, Drinkin the sweet nectar from the goblet of redemption is fuckin sweet, yo! peace
About Me
- eddy
- I am a liquor store owner... in the hood. Now when I say "hood", I mean The,"holy mary, mother of god, that is ghetto!" hood..., and just so you know, I aint no rookie in the "liquor slang thang." I've pretty much been raised at one or another my entire life. (could possibly be why a clean cut Korean fellow will start speaking "all hood n shit" outta da blue.) Ive been in most of the ghetto cities, ie. East LA, Baldwin park, El Monte, south central, and even south Phoenix AZ. I have been in a "shoot out." with armed robbers. (no one died.) Been literally "bumrushed." (actual fuckin bums, like 8 of em, ambushed me.. )tell you more on that later. And yet, South "P-tizzy" as i like to call it, is the mufukin undisputed champion... yeah, for real. and don't be coming at me with some bullshit bout this hood n that hood. I's talkin bout this here hood, biatch. (sorry, the "ghetto talk" just comes out. maybe it's a form of tourettes.) anyways, I am not just a "liq store extraordinarre." I do manage a social life between work. but this aint bout me, its bout the liq slangin.
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excellent!!! beer runner chronicles! beer runner chronicles!
Lol, that shit's awesome. Peace
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