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So middle of the night last night (about 11-30 or so) I am up at this gehtto 7-11 by my house, (I say ghetto because its near the project housing) and some crazy ghetto-punk Girl flags me down on my bike, freaking out about how she doesnt know what town she is in, but how she needs to get to the "cop shop"… Now, you gotta picture... a semi-attractive girl with spikey hair, an She's got these Big freakin raver goggles, and this pink bra over a white tshirt and some green canvas patch safteypinned over the whole thing with some band names written on it… and Shes begging me for a ride to the local police station, and she starts telling me how she just got back from Italy and how shes drifiting across the country and some dudes stole all her stuff... And she took her bank card "to the Chase in like elgin or elburn or whatever its called" and how they confiscated her ID because they thought it was fake, and she just needed to get enough cash for a bus ticket, so she needs to get to the cop shop so they can get her ID back so she can get her money...
So My buddy Brian is up there with me, and shes telling him he can have the bike she took from the dude who stole all her things, (it’s a kids BMX dirt bike thing) and shes like “you can follow us to the cop shop on it” and Brain laughed and was like “No way, Im not riding that.”
So she goes "I'm getting on!" hops on the back of the bike, even tho I never said it was ok... and was like, “Cmon, just give me a ride”
Long story short, I gave her a ride.
And this hispanic gangsta kid who was up there asks Brain (in my best ghetto accent)
“Hey mang, wahtchu gonna do wit dat bike?"
so Brain is like "Its not mine..."
Dude is like "Kin I have it, homes?"
Brain is like "Knock yourself out man..." and dude grabbed the bike and ran into the store to his buddys and was like
"Heyyyyy! I gots me a new bike!"
It was TOTALLY bizarre.
So My buddy Brian is up there with me, and shes telling him he can have the bike she took from the dude who stole all her things, (it’s a kids BMX dirt bike thing) and shes like “you can follow us to the cop shop on it” and Brain laughed and was like “No way, Im not riding that.”
So she goes "I'm getting on!" hops on the back of the bike, even tho I never said it was ok... and was like, “Cmon, just give me a ride”
Long story short, I gave her a ride.
And this hispanic gangsta kid who was up there asks Brain (in my best ghetto accent)
“Hey mang, wahtchu gonna do wit dat bike?"
so Brain is like "Its not mine..."
Dude is like "Kin I have it, homes?"
Brain is like "Knock yourself out man..." and dude grabbed the bike and ran into the store to his buddys and was like
"Heyyyyy! I gots me a new bike!"
It was TOTALLY bizarre.
There are far worse places than a crawlspace... She should count herself lucky! :rofl:
