I need to record this fool, kinda like my Native-Black-Polack-Commie homeboy Charlie.
Last night Sammy came back from the mini mart and said:
“dude, mini-marts are like bugzappers for lunatics. And in our neighborhood, there be lotsa lunatics.”
its true. If you hang out all day at the minimarts you’ll see people surviving/thriving offa deep fried garbage and snacks. In fact, i am guilty. i am a lunatic. i get zapped. i be eatin $1.49 packs of tortillas with the eggs i steal from Nicole’s chicken coop. but recently i have been bleesed cuz Nikki and Sammy decided to bury the hatchet with quiche and salad. two days in a row. so now i eat good. if they keep fighting and making up, i’ll keep moderating and fillin my belly.