Oh, God. Oh, God. Me and another guy just killed like five or six people.
I'm in a 7/11, late at night. There's a black guy with a shaved head in front of me in line, buying a carton of cigarettes. I'm buying a 12-case of Dr. Pepper. While the black guy is paying, two guys bust in, waving guns around and screaming. We're sitting there going "WTF, mate? ^_^;" when one guy blasts the fucking cashier. People go down very suddenly when shot-like a puppet with their strings cut (and in this case, face erased), rather than the slow, staggering, throat-clenching death you see in movies. One guy advances on us, waving a shotgun at us, demanding our money. I panic and swing the case of soda as hard as I can into his face. The momentum of the case carries me down to the floor, and the shotgun fires-the shot goes wild into the racks. The black guy grabs the gun, kicks him away, and jumps behind the racks, firing it. I get up, and the shotgunner, still dazed, is lying on the ground. I curbstomp him, as hard as I fucking can. HIS FUCKING FACE CAVES IN. I can still hear the crunching-squelching noise of his facial bones shattering beneath my boot, splattering blood and bone fragments and snot and brains all over hell.
Meantime, I'd heard a blast behind me, and turned around to see-the black guy has killed the other one and is standing above him, screaming at his corpse and kicking what's left of his face. Now, we hear shouting from outside, and the window shatters, but doesn't collapse, becoming a network of milky cracks. I hear a round drone by my head and I hit the deck. The black guy goes down on one knee and fires back, screaming as he does. The window explodes outward, raining safety-glass all over the pavement. I belly-crawl to the guy the black man has killed and take his gun, a cheap little 9-millimeter, and get behind cover and start firing as well. One guy comes rushing in and gets a faceful of buckshot. The guy coming in behind him scrambles to retreat, but I shoot him in the back as he heads for his car. Now, the guys in the getaway car get out and start blasting at us from behind the doors. A few minutes of wildly blasting away at them and we've killed or wounded both. We're silent for a second, and then the black guy grabs my wrist, and in an utter panic, hauls me outdoors. I try to stop, and yell "Dude, where the fuck are we going?" He hauls me to his car and cries "We're moving in with my auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!"
So we went to the car, and when we came near
the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this car was rare, but I thought nah forget it. Yo, dude, to Bel-Air! We pulled up to a house about seven or eight,
and we yelled to the household, "Yo, home smell you later!"
looked at our kingdom, we were finally there
to sit on our thrones as the Fresh Princes of Bel-Air!
I'm in a 7/11, late at night. There's a black guy with a shaved head in front of me in line, buying a carton of cigarettes. I'm buying a 12-case of Dr. Pepper. While the black guy is paying, two guys bust in, waving guns around and screaming. We're sitting there going "WTF, mate? ^_^;" when one guy blasts the fucking cashier. People go down very suddenly when shot-like a puppet with their strings cut (and in this case, face erased), rather than the slow, staggering, throat-clenching death you see in movies. One guy advances on us, waving a shotgun at us, demanding our money. I panic and swing the case of soda as hard as I can into his face. The momentum of the case carries me down to the floor, and the shotgun fires-the shot goes wild into the racks. The black guy grabs the gun, kicks him away, and jumps behind the racks, firing it. I get up, and the shotgunner, still dazed, is lying on the ground. I curbstomp him, as hard as I fucking can. HIS FUCKING FACE CAVES IN. I can still hear the crunching-squelching noise of his facial bones shattering beneath my boot, splattering blood and bone fragments and snot and brains all over hell.
Meantime, I'd heard a blast behind me, and turned around to see-the black guy has killed the other one and is standing above him, screaming at his corpse and kicking what's left of his face. Now, we hear shouting from outside, and the window shatters, but doesn't collapse, becoming a network of milky cracks. I hear a round drone by my head and I hit the deck. The black guy goes down on one knee and fires back, screaming as he does. The window explodes outward, raining safety-glass all over the pavement. I belly-crawl to the guy the black man has killed and take his gun, a cheap little 9-millimeter, and get behind cover and start firing as well. One guy comes rushing in and gets a faceful of buckshot. The guy coming in behind him scrambles to retreat, but I shoot him in the back as he heads for his car. Now, the guys in the getaway car get out and start blasting at us from behind the doors. A few minutes of wildly blasting away at them and we've killed or wounded both. We're silent for a second, and then the black guy grabs my wrist, and in an utter panic, hauls me outdoors. I try to stop, and yell "Dude, where the fuck are we going?" He hauls me to his car and cries "We're moving in with my auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!"
So we went to the car, and when we came near
the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this car was rare, but I thought nah forget it. Yo, dude, to Bel-Air! We pulled up to a house about seven or eight,
and we yelled to the household, "Yo, home smell you later!"
looked at our kingdom, we were finally there
to sit on our thrones as the Fresh Princes of Bel-Air!
