Another Relaxing Sunday

Getting ready for bed last night and heard the all too familiar *BANG* outside. LF and I hit the floor and turned off the lights and immediately heard another five gunshot in quick succession. We peered out of the blinds and saw this fat wannabe gangsta lumbering down the street with a red bandanna on his head, a gun in his right hand, and his left hand trying to hold up his pants as he ran. Dumb ass. I was already on the phone with 911 giving his description. This is one of the same kids who beat the living crap out of that john a few weeks ago.

Much to my surprise, the police swarmed the area almost immediately and I counted twelve police cars, two fire trucks, two ambulances, and several undercover cop cars. Oh and let’s not forget the ever-present ghetto bird illuminating the entire scene from above. I hadn’t seen a turnout like that since the last time someone got shot over here. As LF and I were watching the events from the windows, I saw the fat kid casually walking back down the street with another guy, both acting like they were bystanders coming over to check out the action. LF yelled to one of the cops, “Officer, that’s him! That fat kid in the black hoodie. Right there!!!” The police ran after him and stopped him and his scrawny friend. It was an unspectacular low-speed chase because of the bulk of 5X plus-sized suspect and because it turned out his friend had a gunshot wound.

They put the scrawny kid in an ambulance and took him away while the fat kid, who was now hiding the red bandanna under his knit cap (soooo gangsta), sat on the curb getting questioned by the cops. Of course, he claimed that they were the ones getting shot at and that they were just trying to get away. Of course the baby gangstaz had no idea why someone would start shooting at them. And of course, Chunky Style did not have the gun on him anymore – the one that we saw in his right hand. Chunky Style and the scrawny kid don’t live around here, but apparently they’ve claimed some of the corners over here as part of their territory – only when all of the residents have gone in for the night. Soooo gangsta.

I swear I am thisclose to turning the Pigtown Palace into the grassy knoll. I know I’d get so much pleasure out of shooting these hack gangstaz in the ass with a high-powered pellet gun. I’d love watching them try to run away as they get tangled in their baggy pants, crying for their grandmommas on their Nextel push-to-talk phones.

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GRANDMOMMA!!! WHERE YOU AT???
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