I was walking down the street when this kid--under twenty for sure--asks me if I have a spare cigarette.
There he was, with that lank white trash look, his skin head haircut, cut off cargo pant jams with deaths head and "graffiti", wife beater, choker collar and home made tats. I looked him up and down with "sergeant eyes" ( I can still do that) and said simply "No." and walked on.
He was mutttering and feeling very disrespected as I walked off.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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2 comments:
I admire your restraint.
Me too!
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