Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Gangs and "Tough"

A comment on Kim's site reminded me of a story.

We had a problem when we liven in COMMIEfornia with a mall in next town with hispanic gangs walking abreast down the mall corridor.

I've seen that problem at the Monstrosity Mall(of America).

At the time, I had long, dyed hair, and more piercings in my face than an uncooperative bull. I was 6’2” and weighed just over 200 pounds. My friend had a mohawk and scalp tats, standing about 6’. He was(is) a biker and looked it. Our little(!) brothers are 6’6” and 6’8”, weighing in at close to 300 pounds each.

To be clear, we had, in order:
1) My little brother. Six feet, eight inches of construction worker.
2) Me. Six feet, two inches. Long, black hair, and problems with metal detectors.
3) My friend. A reject from Mad Max, except he wears jeans under his chaps.
4) His little brother. Two inches shorter and four inches wider than mine.

When we walked into the mall, walking abreast, the little gangbanger pukes parted like the red sea.

It was fun.

Update: Damn. That's almost 1000 pounds of redneck.

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