You and your weak cohorts rolled up at the corner of San Carlos and Third streets and chose to unload pellet gun shots at me and my friends before “speeding” off. Were you my ex-girlfriend, and now after our breakup you’re some wildin’ gangsta? Baby, I’m sorry I kept the George Foreman grill. Or maybe you were just some Warriors fan engaging in extreme post-championship revelry? Whoever you were, I’m flattered to be a part of your drive-by shooting. Really I am. I’m just some average, ethnically ambiguous white guy, so I can see how it would be easy to mistake me for 50 Cent or Tupac. What an honor to stand alongside them in the annals of gunplay lore. And, it only cost me an elbow abrasion that I would describe as “weak AF,” as the kiddos say. But next time you wanna have fun stormin’ the castle, I suggest you bring something better than what mommy bought you at Toys R Us.
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.I Saw You: Shots Fired
