I was driving home from work today on the bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As I was stopping at one of the bus stops (I was behind a bus), a girl in the back started screaming. I looked out my window and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out on the sidewalk were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized a whole busload of college kids were looking at them. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head.
At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I called my mom and told her what I had just seen. Then all of a sudden my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air." 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 cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Ik zo lezen en denken van, dit wordt heavy. En dan zo van, yo-ho smell ya later!
heheh..
quote:Nou nou, zo streng zijn we ook weer niet. Een slotje, dat wel.Op dinsdag 13 maart 2007 23:36 schreef -Angelus- het volgende:
Die van mijn was leuker ... Slecht nieuws dat ik met jullie wil delen. ... dit gaat je overigens een ban opleveren.