TRUE STORY #32
Lock Tight
I was with Katrina, Nikki, and Alissa on Saturday. We were in Hollywood going to this record store that buys used cd's, tapes, etc. AMOEBA Records. Before we went there, we stopped off at the world's most ghetto Jack In The Box. There were all these mad ass hobos there and this one fool straight up hung around this table by us, scanned the area, then busted a jack move, stealing some other guy's drink. Then, he did another look-see as he left just to make sure he was in the safe. Anyways, it was pretty ghetto. So were the bathrooms. The door was hung all crooked and there were all these locks on it. Three of them malfunctioned, the other worked if you lifted the door with your offot and puled up with your hand. When I went in, this squatter girl was leaving. AS I pee, she asks, "Do you have a cigarette?" No. And if I did, what? Would you want me to pass it to you from under the stall??? Come on....
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