![]() Those teeth will rot just like everything else. Hey asshole, those teeth won't last forever. That smile of catholicism and chipoltes, that smile of dia de los muertos, that stupid maddening beautiful smile. Hey, white boy", and they flash that stupid smile, always perfect white teeth, but always that stupid smile. Shit, I'm about the only white guy in the neighborhood and I see how the ecces look at me driving by in their stupid tricked out Hondas, listening to that stupid fucking music with that same goddamn beat in every song - that same goddamn beat that I hear day in and day out: doop - be-doop-be - doop - be-doop-be, and they roll down their windows. ![]() They're just as likely to join in the attack if they see you getting your ass kicked. Shit, if you can't defend yourself, who will? Nobody's gonna do it for you. You come at me and I'll cut you like a stinking dog - piece of shit. I got my blade right here finger on the trigger. I'm always ready for one of them to jump out of a dark alley and attack me. And you know those people are crazy - fucked in the head and desperate. I see crackheads in my neighborhood smoking their pipes right there in the middle of the sidewalk - right there in broad daylight in front of kids and shit. ![]() I'm not really that violent of a guy, but you know, I always want to be ready just in case. That's why I carry a switchblade when I go out walking at night. I mean you never really know what somebody's gonna do next. Shit, if the guy at the desk next to mine started arguing with himself, I'd get the fuck away from him and fast. It's hard to control, but I've got to cut it out. It's one thing to yammer on with yourself in the privacy of your own car, but it's different when you start talking in the grocery store or walking down the street. I know it's gonna be hard to give it up, because I do it now without even knowing I'm doing it. I don't know, but I really need to stop it. You know, next thing it's like I'm carrying on entire conversations with myself in the car, and they're like long and drawn out conversations with variations and strong arguments on both sides. Probably started a couple years ago in my car, you know, stuck in traffic bitching at somebody cut me off. I guess I've been doing it for awhile now. I mean, it doesn't really bother me because I'm used to it I guess.
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