When
weekend rolls around, I like to spend time watering my azaleas, tending
to my precious stock market shares, oh and getting shitface-plastered.
The perfect trifecta!!
This
particular night in question, we rolled out to Adams Ave for a little
bar hoping and tomfoolery. Our group consisted of me, El Mizo, and Gambi (stands for
Grown Ass Man Being Insulted). It was a good time as we downed shot after shot of fireball
and got some beers in us inbetween. We then saw one of Gambi's good friends, Cici,
who El Mizo was attracted to - out with two other dudes who she was
taking home with her.
El
Mizo proposed we follow them back to her house. "I'm down," I said.
What could possibly go wrong? We bought some beer and headed down 36th
to crash the menage. When we got there, I walked in the livingroom while
El Mizo and Gambi went to put beers in the fridge.
I pointed to a boom box in the corner of the room and said, "oh cool, they used to call those ghetto blasters, hehe."
As
it turns out, one of the dudes Cici had brought home with her was a
complete and total douchebag. I knew this the minute he responded to my
comment with, "yeah, and it looks like it brought the ghetto in too."
Oh
hell no. You can say what you want about me - vast majority of the time
I won't even give a shit, but you insult my homies and it's on,
especially since Gambi is black and I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a
racist comment. Either way I started tearing into this dude.
BRICK
I don't know what's more white, your shirt or your skin tone.
D-BAG
Ahaha very funny. Say why do they call you Brick? Is it because you're as dumb as a brick?
BRICK
Naw, I'm not as dumb as you look.
D-BAG
Good one, I'll take that as a compliment coming from you.
BRICK
You should take it as a complement, cause that's about as good as it's gonna get.
