it is good to be strong. I can't just jump up and kick ass.
there is this flop house not far from here, something busy 24/7 (cops know about it, they told me due to a theft of belongings in my car a few days ago)
anyway, this one car keeps parking in the tenant only spots, and I did not care..until finding spilled drinks...and the fact he is a 24/7 runner of something. super dark slim shady. no prejudice. it is the blackest black I ever seen meander this far north as part of the pretend gain of success.
today, the car pulls in, he walks to the ghetto house that pays him nickels for gas money... I patiently go outside put a bottle that came from his car gently on the roof..went back in the house, turned on the camera..because gangstas snap, I wanted to record what mr. king shit was going to do with the bottle on his roof. I now know he is not only staring when I go outside like the rest of the heathens craphole.. he snapped the bottle at my car specifically.
on camera, called the cops, zoomed in on his plate number as well.
I am hoping to witness the nailing.
I said in other threads... do not give me a gun. My lifetime in jail will not stop my thousand year narration of their time turned to hopeless.
climb monkey climb.. its like an annoying witch wart on my back.