i lost that when i was like 8 and saw a cop beating the shit out of one of my moms friends. who happened to be a writer..
I was paintin some truck at this factory by my place and some workers came out and yelled at me, i stuffed a can of black (with the tip still on) in my pocket and ran around the corner of the building and hid in some bushes, but how i was sittin my legs were bent enough to put some pressure on the tip and black paint just drips all over my pants. So now i have some jeans with a long black streak goin down my left leg. h34r:
Quoted for truth. I never even smoked, and I have fucked up lungs because my gramma smoked a good pack or so a day, and I got secondhand smoke, such fun.
but being drunk gives you extra strength so drink up kids! no really, from personal experience when i bike to my friends house, i would struggle but by the end of the night at aroung 4 am i would bikehome wasted and it would be fun...way better than walkin home cuz then by the time you get there, ud probly pass out on the sidewalk
my dad used to smoke 5 packs a day and we were going broke because of it but hes quit now so ive got bad lungs cause i used to always hang with him
my mate was getting pounded by this cop, and his homies walked round the corner, that cop regretted it. i think he woke up next morning with loads of cuts and bruises complete naked chained to two lamposts (between them) with about 5-6 cuffs on each arm and chains. he regretted it.
nun too big.. we were bombing a highway barrier/wall, old man pass by us, he stops(we thought he was gonna book us) but he just said.. "u guys best keep six" asked for some change, admired the work and left:S