
So it's halloween day and i decide to dress up for work at the last minute. I decided to be a cholo. It wasnt a hard costume cause I dress like that all the time anyway with the exception being I wore a bandana down over my eyes it looked mad legit ya heard. So other than makeing must of my patrons really uncomfortable{I don't think most people got that it was a costume} the day was uneventful. So i'm driveing home a little parched and stop at the store about to hop out the whip and what do i see some little ass G ride up on my bike. I wasn't even sure if it was mine or not at frist it had been a minute since i had seen it. So I walk up to it and it's got all this wack fucking homemade gang tags! The only way i knew it was mine is the jackass left one of my stickers on it. I pick up the bike walk in the store and shove it in this little punk mother fuckers face. You stole my bike bitch!!! I screamed this at him as im shoveing my bike in his face. This kid is 17 tops and i forgot i still had the bandanna over my eyes. This Kid is shook!!!! Rember you little buster ain't no such things as half way crooks! So I just grab my bike through it in my whip and bounce. So today I'm rideing the murder boy around thinking would if I run into this young dumb kid who propable dosent give a fuck. Getting punked out never look's good especially if your a little ass G. But now i kind of like the shitty ass gang tags cause to me its funny. jUST THE FACT THAT i GOT MY BIKE BACK IS CRAZY!