Well, I work at a pizza place and, occasionally, I have to close the store at night, which means not leaving until 1am. Last night was one of those nights. When I have to close, I usually take a half hour break around 10 after already working 5 hours. This time was no different. I walked down to the nearest gas station to get an energy drink. Again, like I always do.
As I start to walk back, I notice several guys talking pretty loudly behind me. I didn't really think anything of it at first but they started to get closer and as they got closer, they got quieter. I still really wasn't too scared because I'm not a small guy and I'm really no stranger to fights. Next thing I know the yell, "Hey." So I stop and turn around. They told me to hand over any money I had. I told them I didn't have much but before I could reach into my pocket to give themanything, one guy hits me right across the face. He must have had dusters because I was out cold.
When I came to, I checked my pockets. They had taken everything, my cellphone, my wallet, even my Red Bull. I slowly made my way back to work dejected and angry and still a little dazed. When I got there I immediately called the police. They, of course, took their time getting there and when they did, I explained everything that happened. After all that, the policeman just looked at me and sayed, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Aire."
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air."
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later."
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
As I start to walk back, I notice several guys talking pretty loudly behind me. I didn't really think anything of it at first but they started to get closer and as they got closer, they got quieter. I still really wasn't too scared because I'm not a small guy and I'm really no stranger to fights. Next thing I know the yell, "Hey." So I stop and turn around. They told me to hand over any money I had. I told them I didn't have much but before I could reach into my pocket to give themanything, one guy hits me right across the face. He must have had dusters because I was out cold.
When I came to, I checked my pockets. They had taken everything, my cellphone, my wallet, even my Red Bull. I slowly made my way back to work dejected and angry and still a little dazed. When I got there I immediately called the police. They, of course, took their time getting there and when they did, I explained everything that happened. After all that, the policeman just looked at me and sayed, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Aire."
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air."
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later."
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
