simplicity
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Ok, well I live in the ghetto area of my city.. and scootering, like it is everywhere else, is consider fucking gayy. Well anyways, some little black kids started following me making comments at me like what was in my back pack, whats in my pockets, or how much was my scooter, you know, the questions you would expect to get asked before getting jumped.
Well anyways, 2 of them got off there bikes and watched in the distance as the other one attempted his "strike" on me, he ghost rode his bike into me so soft that it didn't even break my flow of pushing on the scooter. he jumped up and said, "Ay kid! Get off your bike!" first, I hessetated, but then I quickly snapped back, "I'm on a scooter" Then he signaled his friends to go at me, and his one big assss friend started rushing at me, and me being like nervous just figgiting, I picked up my scooter and starting whiping it around. I noticed he hessitated when I started doing it, so I spun it wayyyy fast... then he stopped dead in his tracks, stared for a minute, then he called them off and they walked away..
I then rode home the rest of the way un bothered...
WTF?
Well anyways, 2 of them got off there bikes and watched in the distance as the other one attempted his "strike" on me, he ghost rode his bike into me so soft that it didn't even break my flow of pushing on the scooter. he jumped up and said, "Ay kid! Get off your bike!" first, I hessetated, but then I quickly snapped back, "I'm on a scooter" Then he signaled his friends to go at me, and his one big assss friend started rushing at me, and me being like nervous just figgiting, I picked up my scooter and starting whiping it around. I noticed he hessitated when I started doing it, so I spun it wayyyy fast... then he stopped dead in his tracks, stared for a minute, then he called them off and they walked away..
I then rode home the rest of the way un bothered...
WTF?