update: Been some changes round hure

Hey yo, What up? I know, I know, Been laggin like a muhfuker on the updates n shit. Well first off, lotta shit has been changing:
The crazy lady moved down the street cuz i started banning all the bums who
camp out on the side o the store. So the bum front's been quiet.(the new crew o bums sucked anyways)Prior to that, caught this new black lady bum, terrifyingly huge and nasty, taking a dump on the side o the store. Rawl and I are leavin and he goes,"Ed that lady's taking a shit." me,"what?" Then the bitch comes scurrying out pullin up her pants n shit. I was like,"Awww what the fuck? That is some nasty shit! Thats it, I'm callin 5.0 on your ass! I aint seen her since. Thank God, cuz she was huge. She'd whoop my ass.

And the Jase man, He's finally gettin paid from the law suit against the trailer park owner. 30 grand, yo! So he's to ballin to be workin anymoe. It'd prolly last like 6 months n shit. we'll see wassup with that. A bunch of the twakker crew got paid, They all pimpin n shit.

I had some pics n shit, but my cam problems continue. A muhfukin valet went in my bag and stole my cam. Fuckin cocksucker, Imma set that bitch up and catch that prick cuz I know who did it. I fill u in on that shit.

So thats the quick update y'all, Sorry for the lag. Since Jase is gone, been havin to work the front a lil mo. Not as much time to chill at the computer. But I got some "memoirs," n shit comin up. peace....

A whole new kind o CRAZY!

Yo, wassup?.. Anyways I want to talk about,"crazies." You know? Them psycho muhfukers. And not the,"Gangsta Crazy I don't give a fuk," crap. I'm talkin bout the,"voices in they head, swattin at imaginary flies," kind o crazies. You feel me? Well I could honestly say that I am somewhat of an expert when it comes to crazies in the hood. I've dealt with all kinds, yo. There's this one dude. Midlle aged, bearded cat who's pretty cool. So I hook him up, give him 2 for 1 on some o the older wines n shit. Dudes always pretty polite. Then the muhfuker goes to the side o the store to drink his shit. Aww man yo, this fool starts cussin n yellin at some imaginary somethin for like an hour n shit. Then the dude comes in all polite n shit. You see, I'm all cool with that yo, just check your demons at the door. I've had peeps straight up,"shush" me when I ask what they need, while they rap with the voices in they head. So I rephrase the question to,"aiight, what you guys need?" You learn that,"Crazy" aint something you can scare or intimidate. You just gotta roll with it. And that's what I do.

Then she came. Like a plastic bag flying, nah more like 57 plastic bags, in the breeze.
This ones so fuckin loaded with crazy that whatever I write here wont even scratch the surface. It all started with trash. Yup, fuckin trash. I rolled to work one day and next to our trash bin is a pile o shit. All kinds o shit, plastic bags, shoes, old luggage etc. So I see Jase and have him clean that shit up. Then I ask him whats crackin with that shit. He tells me its this lady that used to live in the trailer park but he guesses she got evicted or some shit. So whattup with the trash n shit? he just did that finger roll on the side o the head thing. You know, the universal sign for crazy.

Turns out that every night, she goes round town collecting all that bullshit and deposits it on the side o my store. Fuckin fantastic! Out of all the fuckin stores around
here, I am the lucky one. Ok, fine. I figured I could handle this...


Look at her. pants all saggin n shit. wth?



That's her, just doin her thang.

I tried everything, bribing her with soda, threatening to call the police. Shit, the other day I figured I'd try to talk to her. You know? get a feel for the situation. She straight pulled out that, plug both your ears and bust out the lalalala, i can't hear you, bullshit. I wasn't ready for that one. I gotta get a whole new game plan... peace.

Completely clueless...0

Some dumbass chic just walked in and asked for,"you know those sheepskin things." Rawls like,"huh?" So she points to the Trojans,"yeah those." wtf?

Jase's ass walks in with no shirt on, nappy ass long hair of his all flared out under a dirty ass backward hat. So I say,"Yo Jase, don't ever walk in here with no shirt on. You work here dumbass. Lookin like a redneck piece o trash." Jase: "thats kinda racist." me:"Look at your ass. if you could see yourself walking round like that, you would think the same shit." Jase:"no, I would just think it's normal cuz it's hot. Anyways, look what i found. A bunch of pyrex glass shit." me:"What the fuck u gon do with that shit?" Jase:"Sell it to someone who cooks dope." me:"alright,you aren't redneck. My bad, you're straight Trailer." Of course he don't see the irony.

I lost my phone that had a cam and my muhfukin cam broke. Been that kind o month. so no pics, y'all. Cuz a pic o Jase woulda been priceless. I'm workin on gettin a cam but am considering a web cam instead. So sorry for lack o updates. Some personal bullshit lately been really fuckin with my motivation to write. But I think I'mma be back on track. So if y'all still readin my bullshit, I'm on it. Plus I gots this crazy ass lady.... I mean, Damn! Bitch is so crazy I don't even know what to do. I'll fill y'all in. Peace...

The Jase - Stomach pains, Emergency rooms

Hey wassup y'all? Been a lil while right?... Anyways, get this shit yo. The other day,the Jase man comes in looking all fucked up. Clutchin his side axin bout appendicitis and shit. So i naturally say,"Fool, you ain't got no appendicitis." Gave him a drink and went on with the day.

Heard later that he went to the emergency room. So now I feel kinda bad, ya know? See his ass the next day and find out that he went in for pain, they gave him some pain meds and a script for more pain meds. Which fool can't get cuz he broke, you know? So I naturally ask him what the diagnosis was and he say's,"nothin." Me:"WTF u mean, nothin." so i look at his paper work, and they basically put, abdominal pain. Alrighty then. Then I lecture him that since he looks like a bum,(beard, dirty ass shoes, stained shirt)they're gonna treat you like one. Anyways, I figured I'd get to the bottom of this. So I ask him if he's been shittin normal and what not. Turns out, he ain't shit for like 5 days. And he says that he's a normal once a day'er. Ok, I tell him," Bitch, u got constipation. You're backed up." Jase,"whats that?" Gaad dammn, its really like like talkin to a tree sometimes. "your system is plugged up. there's a pipe blocked up, fool." So i give him some "milk of magnesia," cuz we aint no muhfukin pharmacy n shit and we ain't got nothin else.

So the fool works that night. I ask him if he deuced yet. Nah, not yet. See him the next afternoon with that same look of pain with a lil,"I'mma cry," thrown in. Says he's gotta go to the emergency room again. Me: "alright bitch, they gonna five u mo pain meds and tell you to go." And just like I said, its what they did.

Next day I ask him what the fuck he's been eatin n shit. Cause the doc told him to eat bannanas and apple sauce n shit like that. Turns out that the other night, he found a case o these cereal bars and proceeded to eat 50 of em. All hail the king of dumbasses. This is what he found...

So in the end, He ended up takin a deuce and now all is right in the kingdom of dumbasses.

sorry bout the lag...

Been lagging on the posts lately. gon get on them again.
There has been a shift lately. All the bums and the trailer parkies have gone. There's a new wave of fuk faces lately. Gotta get used to them. But Hectors brother just got out. Good to have one o the OG's back in town. anyways, I'll get at this soon. peace...

Where he lays his head is home....but disaster always follows

Wattup y'all, I told you I'd fill you in on the residential mishaps of our man Jase right? awiite then; If you've read earlier posts, then you should know bout his "crib mansions" flooding and goin up in smoke. right? (if not, then go read that shit.)Just terrible "real estate" choices. Or the worst luck in the world. Either way, Its the Jase man yo. Where ever he roams, some bullshit is always close behind.

Recently, the Jase has been cribbin it up in one o those big ass metal container muhfukers you see at construction sites. You know, the ones that look like dumpsters. yeah. He's been chillin in one recently and even told me how that shits been there almost a year n shit and how no one uses it. So he was puttin all his shit in it and pimpin it out, you know?... Then about a week later, dumbass comes in all sad n shit talkin bout,"they took my place." me:"what? your dumpster crib?" Jase:"yeah, and all my stuff was in there." me:"you dumbass. why the fuck u puttin all your shit in there anyways?"... "well, at least you weren't in it when they picked it up. although that woulda been hilarious." aint that a bitch? you head home after a long day then bam! yo shit is gone... Only the Jase man.

Before the dumpster crib, he was holed up in some abandoned moose lodge or some shit. Its right behind the store too. Its empty cuz of asbestos n shit, even got those official signs on the door saying not to fuck with it cuz o the asbestos n shit. But he dont give a fuck, He was there a couple months n shit. Until he starts blabbin his mouth to his colleagues bout his new crib n shit. Then he starts to get
roommates n shit. Then soon after, this is what happens....




Holy shit! that aint no regular fire, yo. its a fukin inferno!...Never let the Jase sleep anywhere near yo shit.

no maam, we don't need your ID...

Hey yo, check the wrecks on this; There's this lady, right? Kinda plumpy, overdoes her eyeshadow n shit and rocks them uh, velvet trainer gettups, you know the top n bottom matchin. Like them old school pimps wit the gerry curls would rock. yeah, thems. But without a doubt, in her mid 40's. you know?... Well, she been comin in lately and uh, grabbin some alcohol n shit, right? then when I ring her up and tell her the price, she says," oh, guess your gonna have to see my ID." And just as I'm bout to say," Nah maam, its cool." Bam, she whips it out, with that'oh what a hassle,' sigh n shit. And just as I expected, She was born in 60 somthin!

Whatya do? right?... so i just play it off. Finish the transaction and just shake my head and dismiss it. its the hood, right?... uh huh. Well a couple days later, I'm in the back and Rawls handlin the front, you know? then the lady comes thru, Still rockin the velvety pimpness n all.(fyi, she's caucasian. just in case, yo.)and when she gets up to the counter, Rawl rings her up and she does the same shit!... I'm bustin up cuz Rawls all like," uhhhh okay." finishes up and through the cam's I see him shakin his head. So I yell out," Hey Rawl, you don't have to be an ID Nazi yo. you coulda let her go." ... whattya gon do? right? its the hood.

Dumbass is still entertaining....

Hey what up?... anyways, I knew there was a reason I didn't knock jason upside the head for the "notary public," bullshit. its cause either way, he is entertaining at the least.

Jase begin weaseling his ass back up in here recently, and I aint pissed @ him. So I'll let the fool get me n Rawl some food n shit and let the fool have the cans n bottles. You know, shit like that. So dumbass the other day comes in n says,"can i get something to eat on credit? i just woke up and i'm starving." It was fuckin 5pm. So I asked him what he wanted. A can of pork n beans and a can of soda. I hooked him up. I even got the can opener and opened the can and asked if he wanted me to heat that shit up. He said he's good then proceeded to drink the pork n beans
right out the can. Like a mutherfukin milk shake. and then the bitch slams the can down on the lotto table. As if it were some sort of beer downing contest. Retardedly impressive, for the ability to eat room temp pork n beans and for being proud that he can down it. The Jase is a unique cat.

oh yeah, he lost his crib again... I'll fill you in on the outcomes of his last two cribs. comedy n caraziness... peace

F*ckin got runned on again.....

hey eurbody, get this shit: We got runned on again today! WTF! I believe the recession is fueling the desperate actions of these
idiots. But anyways, this p.o.s. caught us off guard. He didn't grab any beer, Liquor or wine (calling what we sell,"wine" is unfair to the wine fans. though technically "Night Train, thunderbird and Boones Farm actually say "wine" on the labels.) But I digress. Anyweez, basically this is where he caught us with a curve ball. The "booty," or objective of his scheme was ... u ready?.... awite, get this yo,
2 muhfukin Snickers. grabbed the two went around the store lookin at drink selections while creepin towards the door then, BAM! broke for the door and was out! and you know who was workin the front again. The Nik. He actually began to "pursue the suspect," but I was quick to call it off. I simply said,"it was 2 fuckin snickers. if he was that hungry, let it be." I don't know whats behind all this runnin n shit. Maybe Its been awhile since I have held the "Hammer of retribution." Maybe they need to be reminded. I think that could be it! so peace. gotta go study up on some BB guns. keep u posted.

Meet the regs...(Steve)

Hey, wassup? nothin? alright then, let me introduce you to my man Steve. He don't want nothin 'cept cigarettes and cola. Steve has been coming here for years with the same dealio. A hand full of change that he always dumps on the counter and say's," do I have enough for a soda and cigarettes?" first off, let me tell you the standard protocol when it comes to change, you now coins n shit. I don't know if it's industry standard or not, but our company manual says,"fuck change. especially that dirty pan handled shit from peoples old ash trays n shit with bits of gum and whatever the fuck mixed in. options: tell em about coinstar, tell em to leave, or mase/taze em at your discretion." So Steve here gets alot of preferential treatment. Mainly cuz I like the guy. You see, he's a lil,"mentally disabled or developmentally challenged." Is that the right term? I don't know, shit. basically to me, he's a 10yr old up stairs.(He aint nothing like "Timay," though) but one that loves to smoke cigs and drink coke. From the lil info i have gathered here's his background, seizures as a kid, prolly led to the mental development issues, and lives with a "care provider." and I think he's gotta a part time janitor gig sometimes but he gets in trouble for cussing. and he listens to the Beatles alot. other then that his days mission is to get coke and some cigs. And once he's situated, he's out with the same speech everytime. "alright I love you guys. I'mma go home and do what i want, have what i want and wear what i want. i'm feelin good. i'm gonna sleep like a log tonight... okay, see you later. alright then bye." its the way he rolls. So even though he calls me johnny at times, I'm cool with Steve.

oh yeah, on a side note: There's gon be one less slanger up in this hood. Niko enlisted in the Army... yeah, you know an army of one and all that shit. I guess he wants to see some real action. I was like,"what, you think you better then us now? m16's and grenades? shit, that shits easy bitch. ask em up there in the army if they could get a head shot from 50 yrds with a BB gun. uh huh...Nah, I didn't say none of that shit. But it's hard to replace a good kid like Nik especially round hure. thankfully i stills got the Rawl.(El Machine) Anyways... wish the best for Niks dumbass. if you all see him out there, say wattup. peace...

Beer Run

Hey, wassup? Check this shit out yo. Last Sat. Nik's up front, I'm in the back just chillin n shit. dude roles in. Has his hood on, but you can kinda tell he's more of an
"esl"{no hablas}type mexican cat. Generally those cats are pretty cool. So he goes to beer aisle, grabs a 12pk corona. And straight books. I'm still chillin and I hear Nik yellin,"Hey..." So as i take the four steps to the counter, Nik's out the door. So knowing that I aint gon be running n shit, I grab some mase and my sawed off baseball bat. Then I go out n asses the situation. i.e. do i need to lock the store, get the gun, or does the tazer time get another shot. it all depended on Niks situation. So then I reach the corner rockin my bat. Well lets not forget that Nik's ass jumps over cars n shit. And he been playin sports his whole life. And hes 25% black so naturally he can dunk n shit. and most importantly he's young. Now thats where beer runner boy
fucked up. You gotta scout your targets yo. He's prolly done it before and usually on some middle aged workers n shit. He prolly thought he was home free after he hit the corner. Nope, as i hit the corner Nik's gaining on him quick. 12pk drops. Now he's running and looking backwards then forwards. You know, that panicky fuckin run like when u was a kid and you were bout to get 'tagged' n shit. Yeah, that fuckin run. Some of the boys from the park saw and start coming over as we had a few good laughs. I pulled Nik off. Let it go, he didn't get shit. 2 broken bottles, we get credit. I think. But the moral of this story isn't about being athletic, or a slow beer runner, or scouting. It's the fact that I was slippin. got caught off guard. Shit's been kinda chill round here lately. Got a lil cocky. all this coulda been avoided by properly gearin up. Like the new BB-gun that I keep tellin myself to get but never fuckin remember. Cause that one woulda been bueno.(no car, Nik with the bb) partly cuz it aint like it used to be when you walked into walmart and walked out with a bad boy like my last one. They aint got shit no mo(airsoft n shit??)what the hells up with that shit?... anyways peace. I'll be shopping for a bb gun. Oh yeah, update on that taser baton thang. Shits wack, considering one o those cop ones. but I heard they're a lil different. like more defense then control. U see? cause Imma need the latter. multiple tazes are a necessity.

Notary public...

Hey y'all. aint no one prolly keepin up with this shit but here's an update anyways. I fired Jase for sheer stupidity and insubordination. Dumb fucker was actin all stupid one day so I asked him if he wanted to work or keep actin like a fuckhead. He chose the latter. So I asked him if he understood that he lost his job. Motherfucker replied,"uh yeah, you want to to get a notary public?"
A 'notary public,' this peice o shit motherfucker. I was so close to beatin his ass with a large side o taser time. But I let it slide. Mostly cuz he's a meth head bum. Fuckin meth heads... what can u do?
here's a pic of our man Jase on the job...

Nik should be customer...

Cause he's an idiot sometimes. Fool say's he don't remember but from the evidence, it looks as though him and his idiot fukin friends were 'car surfing.' Something I told him that only crazy whiteboys on youtube do. Ghetto cats don't do that shit cause they aint got no insurance n shit. plus there's enough life threatening shit that goes on with just living here. like a few months ago, dumbass(Nik) was at the laundromat, on the otherside of town actually to avoid the gangs n shit, you know? when this Mex gang fuck approaches him, with that bobbin n weavin stupid shit they walk like. So anyways, Nik did like I told him, he walked away. He noticed that the dude was actin a lil weird n had his hands under his shirt. So he did the smart thing and walked away kinda zigzaging between cars.(I always advocate running in a circle 8 pattern a couple times but thats just me.) When he crossed the street, he was approached by a couple of street construction guys all panicky n shit askin if he was alright. cuase it turns out the Fuckhead lowlife peice o shit shot at Nik. Fukin Nik thought it was a car backfiring n shit. The construction dude saw the whole thing. WTF, right? Well like I said," enough dangers in the hood," aint no need to ask for mo shit. But I guess Nik n his friends figured they'd like a il bit mo. so the aftermath...

served: Emergency room- concussion with a side o blackeye.... shoulda whooped his ass after he got better cuz he left me hangin at the store solo. Good thing Rawl came in to cover towards the end o the day. Otherwise Nik mighta had a second serving... peace

beer runners and redemption (extended)

hey yo, had to add one of my favs of the beer runner chronicles. I particularly enjoyed this run but don't get me wrong yo, I thoroughly enjoyed all the others. cept for the couple times towards the end of her(bb-gun) service life when I would go to shoot and the co2 had leaked out. talk about turnin a smile upside down n shit. but anyways, I digress. This shit went down a while back. I was workin alone in the afternoon and it was pretty slow n shit. Then 3 mex gangstas from outta town roll in.(can tell from their tattoos) They act pretty normal. one grabs a 20pk while the other 2 just lookin around. so dude approaches the counter, rite? so I go to ring dude up and the muhfucker say's,"lates." and walks out. (It was a lil unexpected, cuz fo some reason, gangstas don't usually pull the beer run n shit. They seem to lean a lil bit mo on the "armed robbery" tip. but thats just my observance. u know?) notice i said,"walked." No runnin, yo. just straight strolled out with his homies. I guess they felt they too gangsta to run. maybe they was thinkin I was gon cower in fear of their tattoed gangstaness. who knows fo sure? but one thing they din't know was that they was fuckin with a,"trigger happy, didn't give a fuk where they from, BB-gun totin, master class liquor store clerk," that day. and the repercussions of doin such a silly thing.
I stepped out just as the fuckface with the 20pk was gettin in the car. I did me some, muhfukin rapid fire, machine gun shit on his ass, yo. Idiot was gettin hit pretty good, He was flinching as if he was being repeatedly stung by some bees. shit was pretty fuckin funny and what made it even better is the fact that he dropped the beer. (1 point for me.) and ducked in the car all quick n shit. He then tries to reach out to close the door but pulls his arm back in real fast. Cuz I'm still shootin at this point. He must yelled to his homie,"GO, GO!." Cuz they took off fast as hell. Tires skreeching n shit, door slamming shut as if they robbed a bank or some shit.
it was fuckin beautiful. I had a good chuckle while I went to pick up my beer. Fuckin dumbasses. I wondered how "gangsta" they were feelin after that shit... As I said before, Drinkin the sweet nectar from the goblet of redemption is fuckin sweet, yo! peace

Memoirs of a liquor slangeer (Beer runners. My redemption)

Hey, Wassup? Hows your holidays? Cool. Oh, Merry X-mas n all that jazz. I'll be at work bitches, cuz we don't never close. Anyways, aint too much action round hure lately. Cept they got my man Rowdy on some aggravated assault thang n got 15yrs. Sucks, but he's got it pretty chill on the inside. You know? Sureno, familia runs deep, and he from P-tizzy. From what I hear, the P-tizzy's got respects on the inside. You know?... uh huh. But if you don't know, now you know.
^^^ there goes the tourettes again. Whattya gonna do huh? Anyways yo, since its been slow as of late, here's another excerpt from the “memoirs:”

This shit was in the beginning of my time at this store. The proving times. Where one must set their status amongst the savage. Cause the tests will come. And when they do, word will spread out fast bout how you handled your shit. Like I said befoe, it's like the plains of the Serengeti. But I aint trying to be no muhfukin “Lion King,” n shit but i'm sure as hell aint gon be no “gazelle,” or whatever, you know?... Basically, in simple terms, “I ain't gon be no punk-bitch.” Know what I'm sayin?... cool. So bout 2 weeks in or so, got mutherfukin “beer-ran.” Straight got caught slippin n shit.They got an 18 pack. Sonsabitches! Then the same lil fuckers did that shit again on my pops a few days later. Mutherfuuuckers! I had to do it. Didn't want to. But they forced my hand. There was no choice. She had to come out. Time to teach these lil sonsabitches bout what it is, that I do. They wanted to play? Well I can play too. And I aint playin no airsoft bullshit either. It... was mutherfukin ON! Fuckin Game time! You know?... BB gun time.

On my way out the next day, stopped to pick up some Co2 cartridges n what-not for my trusty BB-gun. Hadn't seen her in a long time. But we been through some shit, you know?(if you don't, read “BB-guns n chili peppers.") So that feeling of eminent redemption was slowly building up inside. Uh-huh. A couple o BB's in they ass seemed to me the optimal choice for the situation at hand. Shiiit I'd give mutherfukers 18pks if they just let me shoot em in they ass as they run away. Quality entertainment, If you asking me. And I'm damn good with my BB gun. pre-fukin-cise, yo. My name should start with two B's. And end with 2 in yo ass. But I digress.
Locked n loaded. Ready to play. Even did a couple practice runs: creep towards door, swing door open, two step slide around front door, aim and unleash the wrath. I have to admit, I was quick, yo. I couldn't wait. And on the bonus side of things, I didn't even have to wear my ghetto ass ninja suit. This mission required plain clothes. Now the only thing missing was the beer runners...

It was problly bout three days or so, when these 2 younger cats stroll in. When they head for the beer coooler, I'm on it. Then you gotta check what they grabbin. a couple 40's then nah, not likely. 18 packs n shit like that, yeah its on. They grab a 18 pack each. I grab the real gun, holster it.( just in case) Then I grab "black beauty." I stay towards the door actin cool n shit, you know. Smilin while I say shit like,"is that it?".. Boom, they goin. I swing my door open, grazin the second dude. They take a sharp left after clearin the front door. As expected. There's a small access road on that side. I "two step slide," round the door frame, raise up my weapon and FIRE! all done in a deliberate manner, no rushin or jerky panicky shit like that, yo. The second runner was within a 7 foot range when I unleashed a good 5 round burst on his ass. He kinda wretches/stumbles as the BB's hit him. He looks back and see's me standing there with a big black gun. You shoulda seen fuckheads face yo, Sheer terror. He thought I was shooting him with a real gun. I keep firing, 3 or more shots. on the 2nd hit of the ensuing volley, Dumbass drops the 18 pack, changes course, and basically runs for his life out towards the big street. He even left an adidas slipper behind. I turn to runner 1. By this time he has gained a lil distance. I aim and fire. I hit him a few times as he reached his car. I could tell from the flinching movements that I was making contact. But he scrambled in his car clutching the 18pck like it was his kid. took a few more shots but ineffective cuz a fence was giving him cover. Ceased fire! picked up my 18 pck, kicked the dudes slipper onto the street and went back to work. Sometimes you gotta give an 18 pack to wield the hammer of redemption. and when you strike down on these punk asses, it is fuckin SWEET!

Some kid told me later on that day, he saw those dudes. He knew them from school, said one dude had like 5 purple welts on his back, and the other dude had some bruises n shit. And the one dude was still missing his slipper. haahaaa!

Fortunately for me, the beer runs didn't end there. That was just the first one. And one thing you might want to know is that 90% of these could have easily been stopped before they even run. By just manning the door when I suspect. They're so easy to spot. But whats the fun in that?... none. I figure if they can withstand the barrage of BB's in they ass and still get away with the beer, then they deserve it. A worthy opponent indeed. The percentage has been 50/50 for those that mange to hold on. But the punishment delivered actually makes me feel like the victor. Like this one quick lil muhfuker, ran with a 12pk. By the time I was taking aim, he was already entering the getaway car. So I sprayed him with a few shots. I'm pretty sure I hit him or the driver cuz the driver took off in full panick mode. Door half open, burning out, flying out the driveway, which is steep n shit. So his car was bouncing n shit and he musta lost control or something cuz as they aproached the big street, still floorin it, the dumbass hits the curb opposite my driveway with his tire. BAAMM! and it aint no regular sized curb either. This here's the hood so street maintenance isn't a big priority, shits like a "Double," not even concrete yo, some sort of asphalt mix. More like a mini wall. And when he hit, the back of his ride shot up in the air like 5 feet n shit. and when it all came crashing down, the shit was making this loud scrapping sound as it limped off. I'm sure the damage inccured to his vehicle made me the winner of that round as well... whadda you think?