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You know what ELSE pisses me off? When I'm walkin' down my streets (yes, I claim streets) minding my own buisness when ALL OF A SUDDEN a huge tourisit bus comes rollin' down the street 60 miles per hour. Not only do I have to recact quickly to give the tourists a dirty look but the damn bus sets off every single car alarm possible. All tourisits are the same too. The hawiian shirts with their camras around their necks, and they alays bring along the entire family. I dont see why they go out of their own way to become so predictable. In fact, why should they exist at all. They come to my home turf and they bitch about stuff. They don't have the right. Maybe if they wern't such pussies they'd be able to tolerate the fact that New york isn't your friendly everyday town. If any tourist asks me for directions, I'd tell them to go all the way uptown into harlem. After geting their asses thrown around for a day they must have earned one more step into dieing.