alright, alright...
here's a story:
I was parking cars the other day and I brought around this old Buick. The gentleman who owned it was clearly from, what I like to call, "the hills." As I help him get his bag into the trunk, something falls on the ground. I look down and there's a fucking revolver laying on the ground next to my feet. The old man picks it up, tucks it in his belt and says with a chuckle, "The wrong thing fell out." I am speechless, but manage to close the trunk and help the guy into the seat. Then he explains further, "I always bring it to the city with me. You never know who's gonna pull you over. And I ain't gonna be the one to die."
After he left I laughed for about 15 minutes. I didn't know those people existed.
In other news, I'm going to move to NYC:
here's a story:
I was parking cars the other day and I brought around this old Buick. The gentleman who owned it was clearly from, what I like to call, "the hills." As I help him get his bag into the trunk, something falls on the ground. I look down and there's a fucking revolver laying on the ground next to my feet. The old man picks it up, tucks it in his belt and says with a chuckle, "The wrong thing fell out." I am speechless, but manage to close the trunk and help the guy into the seat. Then he explains further, "I always bring it to the city with me. You never know who's gonna pull you over. And I ain't gonna be the one to die."
After he left I laughed for about 15 minutes. I didn't know those people existed.
In other news, I'm going to move to NYC:
samanthakayne:
from a nashville revolver story to nyc? damn and all...
cece:
i'm moving to brooklyn in early august.