Just put it out there. Be honest. No judgement.
I was actually going to avoid telling one myself but decided to go big or go home. I don't do this shyt anymore so don't judge;
-I'm in downtown LA, hopping from bus to bus trying to find this club. I was experimenting with cocaine pretty heavy at the time so I stop at a Carl's Jr, go to the restroom, and proceed to cut a rail on the counter by the sink. I'm singing my ass off, loudly, and doing the typical "Oh baby, fuk yea!" after every line.
My better judgement takes over and I decide, "This is dangerous, I'd better go do this in the stall instead." But, some arsehole had pulled a joke and locked the stall from the outside before they left. So, I'm swearing, "Stupid fuking azholes, think this shyt is funny.." as I try to reach over and under the door to unlock the damn thing. I finally realize I'm going to need to crawl under the door. I'm in full cocaine rage now, swearing "... piece of fking shyt! What tha fuk is the matter with you..." at whatever prankster decided this was funny. As I'm on the floor, half way under the stall, I see pants on the floor with a gun sitting on them, and two legs in the pants...
Turns out, there's a BIG ass, thugged out looking brother trying to take a shyt in there. His eyes are bulged out of his head, genuine fear, because he can't wrap his mind around WTF is going on.
Why I thought someone locked the stall from the outside (as if that's a thing) can only be blamed on cocaine. I STILL get cringey chills up my spine remembering that one and can only thank god that dude was too off guard to shoot me.
I was actually going to avoid telling one myself but decided to go big or go home. I don't do this shyt anymore so don't judge;
-I'm in downtown LA, hopping from bus to bus trying to find this club. I was experimenting with cocaine pretty heavy at the time so I stop at a Carl's Jr, go to the restroom, and proceed to cut a rail on the counter by the sink. I'm singing my ass off, loudly, and doing the typical "Oh baby, fuk yea!" after every line.
My better judgement takes over and I decide, "This is dangerous, I'd better go do this in the stall instead." But, some arsehole had pulled a joke and locked the stall from the outside before they left. So, I'm swearing, "Stupid fuking azholes, think this shyt is funny.." as I try to reach over and under the door to unlock the damn thing. I finally realize I'm going to need to crawl under the door. I'm in full cocaine rage now, swearing "... piece of fking shyt! What tha fuk is the matter with you..." at whatever prankster decided this was funny. As I'm on the floor, half way under the stall, I see pants on the floor with a gun sitting on them, and two legs in the pants...
Turns out, there's a BIG ass, thugged out looking brother trying to take a shyt in there. His eyes are bulged out of his head, genuine fear, because he can't wrap his mind around WTF is going on.
Why I thought someone locked the stall from the outside (as if that's a thing) can only be blamed on cocaine. I STILL get cringey chills up my spine remembering that one and can only thank god that dude was too off guard to shoot me.
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