riotownzyou

Whilst taking my Tinkerbell adorned daughter out last night, i came acrossed a house with a 10 yr old boy sitting outside handing out candy. This is the conversation that ensued....

*boy with painted face sitting in a chair with a bucket of candy in his lap, pretending to be dead*
him: -lackluster- "boo"

me: "If you would have scared my kid, i would have skinned your chubby ass"

him: "Eh, im tired"

me: "Why arent you out scoring some mad candyage, homie?"

him: "Im lazy....and whatever i dont hand out, i keep. Plus my mom scored me a couple of my own bags, so all is well."

me: "Right on, little dude!" *high five*

him: "Yeah... beats fighting all these west phx mexicans kids to all the doors"

me: "You sir, are my new best friend."

him: "Are your tattoos real?"

me: "They hurt like hell... they better be real"

him: "I always wanted a tattoo...hook a brotha up"

me: "Come knockin on my door in about 6 years... i know people."

him: "You got it. Happy Halloween!"

me: "Peace out, y0. Dont let the man get you down."

It was, by far, the highlight of my entire life. That kid kicked a whole lot of ass. I wish most adults were like him.