i met siracha in az playing pool at what i was slowly considering my bar the main table was up stairs closest to the bar and he would say yo take that table toss me 50 cents id lay it down and take the table. We would do bumps in the bathroom and switch up beating all comers. Kory the one of three musketeers would make moves and every now and again we would play one handed.. yelling this is for the rent money 7 ball corner off the rail we never exchanged cash or anything but drinks and smiles..food and blow. one night siracha dominated this hick and he got pist. siracha wasent paying attention and kory and i were at a table sipping vanilla stoli or jack or makers.. our homie had his back turned and didnt see this hick pull a blade from his ass crack we both hopped up and tried to confuse the guy in the confusion he slipped it into hi back pocket sticking out. as we were taking to questions and playing with his mind my band mate we will call him mario to protect the innocent slipped the knife out of his pants and made way for the front door the guy felt his ass and took chase he had no chance the bouncer and five of us told him to scoot he left but called the cops and when they showed up at closing time everyone scattered but us and a rasta a pal behind the bar tossed me a mop...i mopped kory got behind the bar and this rasta was searched cuffed questioned and let go threw himself on a grenade that never went off so as all the patrons could run flee and bounce... never met the man but i still get chicken skinned when i think how he save the day how a crew of friends and mates saved the day...
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 08:45:24 +0000
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