(oh screw the damn title....)
last night on my way to my friends house, i saw a bunch of teens playing ball by the street. no big deal there, i mean, even i've done that. here is the catch; this is one of the most busiest streets around my area and IT'S FUCKING DOWNHILL! the cars coming down aren't gonna have enough time to stop, the damn momentum is just gonna drive them forward. okay okay, here is the best part. knowing this, i repeat, knowing this, these teens are playing. i over heard one of them saying something about how it'd be like if one of the cars couldn't stop in time when they run out to pick the ball. you know what was the reply one of them gave, 'oh fuuuck off, just pass it here..'
so while i was waiting there, the only thing running thru my mind was, pls pls pls, let it be a First double decker bus!!! yes, you read it correctly. these piece of street scum don't appreciate their lives, then get their brains splattered over the windshields of an innocent driver, guess what happens, the driver gets himself into a lawsuit, loses his driving privileges and more shit follows. so i say, ram 'em down. though the black kid had some pretty impressive foot work, it would be sad to see such good talent go splat...!
now just as my 'Grim' mood was phasing out of my brains, walk by these two 15year olds, followed by a 6 year old (i'm just guessing their ages by their looks). now the 6 years old yells out, 'where are we going?'. so naturally one of the older ones said, 'Tescos, you little twerp, now shut up and hurry up!'. the cute little 6 year old (trust me she was adorable, dressed up in all pink, dragging her little ButterCup doll behind) then asked, 'why are we going to Tescos?'. now this part, was the wake up call for the devil in me. thank god, i really wasn't Grim or some super villain (Professor Chaos sounds nice, heahehahe...). the older sister, if she is even her older sister turns around and says, 'to buy smokes, what else. now will you just shut the fuck up, and come on!'. the look on that cute little 6 year old, she was like mumbling something and just following her two good for nothing 'sisters'. why wouldn't a child get spoiled in this country if thats the kinda care they get at this tender age.
for a few seconds there, i looked up and said, you know i kinda see the logic in bombing them down. i don't mind if you kinda accidentally bomb me as well, just wait until Michael Schumacher retires, deal?
oh you think the story is over, its far from over......
so the bus finally comes after 45minutes of waiting (yes, 45 fucking minutes). so i get on the bus, and since i didn't have change, i put out a 10pound note and say, 'HareHills please'. the driver eye balls me, and says, 'yeah and where do you wanna get off in Harehills?'. not that it is any of his mother fucking business but i told him and he has the nerve to ask me that doesn't cost a 10ner. you stupid dumb shit of human scum, all you had to say was that i have no change of something like that. instead the wise ass had to use sarcasm. i bet you that monkey, never even finished high school, beats on his wife, has a bunch of doped up kids and his only achievements was downing a pint last weekend at the local pub.
i guess that was all i could take of this fucked up place, i burst at the driver. i told him if you don't even have change for a damn 10pounds, you might as well go park your damn bus next to your favourite pub, drink yourself silly, then drive off the M62. that wanker had the guts to put his hands on his waist and eye ball me again. i couldn't be bothered, though he'd probably tower over me if he gets up, i just told him to give me a day rider and hand over the change. surprisingly he did. on my way to the back of the bus, one black woman looked at me and smiled. i guess i must have did something she wanted to do in a long time.
you see now, why i hate this country!
btw, i'm going shopping later. not very manly to say but hey, everybody loves a little shopping, right. i dunno if i can find myself a nice shirt and tie. this is where i really miss my mom. up till the time i came here, i have never been shopping without her. the first time ever i went shopping without her was when i went to do some last minute shopping, remember that Ric. do you still have the vase i bought. you keep that thing as precious as you can, i mean it! i still miss her, very much.
later...
so while i was waiting there, the only thing running thru my mind was, pls pls pls, let it be a First double decker bus!!! yes, you read it correctly. these piece of street scum don't appreciate their lives, then get their brains splattered over the windshields of an innocent driver, guess what happens, the driver gets himself into a lawsuit, loses his driving privileges and more shit follows. so i say, ram 'em down. though the black kid had some pretty impressive foot work, it would be sad to see such good talent go splat...!
now just as my 'Grim' mood was phasing out of my brains, walk by these two 15year olds, followed by a 6 year old (i'm just guessing their ages by their looks). now the 6 years old yells out, 'where are we going?'. so naturally one of the older ones said, 'Tescos, you little twerp, now shut up and hurry up!'. the cute little 6 year old (trust me she was adorable, dressed up in all pink, dragging her little ButterCup doll behind) then asked, 'why are we going to Tescos?'. now this part, was the wake up call for the devil in me. thank god, i really wasn't Grim or some super villain (Professor Chaos sounds nice, heahehahe...). the older sister, if she is even her older sister turns around and says, 'to buy smokes, what else. now will you just shut the fuck up, and come on!'. the look on that cute little 6 year old, she was like mumbling something and just following her two good for nothing 'sisters'. why wouldn't a child get spoiled in this country if thats the kinda care they get at this tender age.
for a few seconds there, i looked up and said, you know i kinda see the logic in bombing them down. i don't mind if you kinda accidentally bomb me as well, just wait until Michael Schumacher retires, deal?
oh you think the story is over, its far from over......
so the bus finally comes after 45minutes of waiting (yes, 45 fucking minutes). so i get on the bus, and since i didn't have change, i put out a 10pound note and say, 'HareHills please'. the driver eye balls me, and says, 'yeah and where do you wanna get off in Harehills?'. not that it is any of his mother fucking business but i told him and he has the nerve to ask me that doesn't cost a 10ner. you stupid dumb shit of human scum, all you had to say was that i have no change of something like that. instead the wise ass had to use sarcasm. i bet you that monkey, never even finished high school, beats on his wife, has a bunch of doped up kids and his only achievements was downing a pint last weekend at the local pub.
i guess that was all i could take of this fucked up place, i burst at the driver. i told him if you don't even have change for a damn 10pounds, you might as well go park your damn bus next to your favourite pub, drink yourself silly, then drive off the M62. that wanker had the guts to put his hands on his waist and eye ball me again. i couldn't be bothered, though he'd probably tower over me if he gets up, i just told him to give me a day rider and hand over the change. surprisingly he did. on my way to the back of the bus, one black woman looked at me and smiled. i guess i must have did something she wanted to do in a long time.
you see now, why i hate this country!
btw, i'm going shopping later. not very manly to say but hey, everybody loves a little shopping, right. i dunno if i can find myself a nice shirt and tie. this is where i really miss my mom. up till the time i came here, i have never been shopping without her. the first time ever i went shopping without her was when i went to do some last minute shopping, remember that Ric. do you still have the vase i bought. you keep that thing as precious as you can, i mean it! i still miss her, very much.
later...
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