So, I'm on my bicycle, doing the hard yards cause I'm getting old and fat, come across the bridge and look down into the playground I take my kids, and there is abunch of shitskins, broad day light, drinking piss and scribbling their names over every surface they can find.
So, I'm thinking you little fucks, you will be the same cunts scribbling that same shit on peoples fences and shops.
So, I hang a left, down the hill, ride right into the midst, little fucker with the marker doesn't even look up, keeps scribbling, I ask him if he learnt to write that shit in school, "Fuck yeah bro, Mr Arnold taught me all this", Fuckers decked out in red, covered in shit tatts, thick as a plank, doesn't give a fuck, I circle round him, tell him its fuckin bullshit, and I ride off.
At which time he mentions a stomping, so I turn round, ask him what the fuck he just said, ah, he puts the pen down, stares at me, "I said Mr Arnold gets the fuckin stomping"
Another cunt chimes in,something along the lines of , "Aye, no aggro here", as he circles to my blind side with a beer bottle in one hand and his other hand in his pocket (strangley enough this one was all decked out in blue and white), some of the rest are getting moving, and the one with the pen has a shit eating grin on him.
For fucks sake, I do a quick head count, 7 plus the one with the pen, None of them men, all boys, but they have the numbers and I'm sure all of them would have been tooled up, I figure I can take 4 of em if I can keep one arm free, slim to no chance against 8, Though I doubt any of them could cause me injury without a weapon.
Fuck it, I did not want to get into a fight with a bunch of teenagers, and I sure as hell don't need to be stabbed again, There just isn't any fun in it.
I got back on the bike and rode off, As I left they asked whats the problem anyway "officer", I said I hate to see our good stuff wrecked.
Chur, Its only a rubbish bin.
Just a fucking rubbish bin, covered in nigger scribble.
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