E, Al, S-crunkets and myself went to the shelter to see Innermitten Music...and the people hosting the event (Westland thugs) kept letting their friends go on stage and rap. Tubby gentlemen with sassy nipple rings that I wasn't feeling. There were some gangstas from Kalamazoo in the house as well... they were large too. They were also really bad. Cans of pabst were $4. At this point, I knew I wasn't far away from hell.
I accidentally kicked this one guy's pimp cane... I really thought by the look on his face, that my life was about to be over. But I was like "Yo, I aint see that shit". Then I twitched a little...It works.