The Rise and Fall of a Coffeehouse Rock Star God
Wannabe Ganastas vs an Army of Me
On one relatively slow evening at the coffee shop, I was just sitting back to enjoy some Market Spice tea, when there arose a commotion outside. I opened the door to check it out and saw coming towards me, a skinny punk rocker called Tim. He was pursued by four gang-banger types. As he slid past me, I noticed his face was bloodied. That was enough for me. No one screwed with my people! From under the bar I grabbed a baseball bat and a can of pepper spray and went to face them. They informed me that they were claiming this block as theirs.......
....To be continued....
Wannabe Ganastas vs an Army of Me
On one relatively slow evening at the coffee shop, I was just sitting back to enjoy some Market Spice tea, when there arose a commotion outside. I opened the door to check it out and saw coming towards me, a skinny punk rocker called Tim. He was pursued by four gang-banger types. As he slid past me, I noticed his face was bloodied. That was enough for me. No one screwed with my people! From under the bar I grabbed a baseball bat and a can of pepper spray and went to face them. They informed me that they were claiming this block as theirs.......
....To be continued....
elfboy:
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