Post by The Shadow on Apr 6, 2005 9:23:49 GMT -5
SHADY ACCOSTED BY LOCAL SPOKESPERSON FOR NATION OF ISLAM WHILE WALKING HOME
So at about 12:30 Monday night, I was talking on my cell phone to my good friend Thomas and decided that I needed a bottle of SoBe, so I walked from my house on 33rd and Vine to the gas station at 33rd and O, which was, unfortunately closed. Returning to my home, no longer conversing with Mr. Wheeler, I had been traipsing along 33rd Street for about ten minutes when a reasonably fit, leather/bling-clad fine young African-American individual, no doubt the pride of his local Black Panthers organization, came out of his (or someone's) house about 20 feet in front of me ('twas about 1:00 in TEH MORNING at this point) and started walking. We continued thus for about three seconds before he turned around, ran back to me and placed himself in such proximity to my person that, had it proven necessary, I could indeed have licked his throat without moving my head at all (tempting as this was, I did not believe it would do much in the way of relieving tension). While maintaining this proximity, he informed me at an elevated volume that "you keep walkin' on my ass, I'll bust your *expletive deleted* head."
Shady: "OK."
Malcolm X [since Thomas and I decided he was the local spokesperson for the Nation of Islam]: "Why you following me?"
Shady: "I'm not following you."
Malcolm X: "Where you going?"
Shady: "I'm walking down the street."
Malcolm X: "You walk in front of me."
I acceded to this request, and he commenced following almost literally upon my heels, muttering "yeah" repeatedly until I entered my abode and he continued down the street.
VARIOUS INDIVIDUALS' RESPONSE TO SHADY'S RECOUNTING OF THIS EVENT:
Thomas Wheeler: "So I have to go over and bust his kneecaps?"
Jenny Higgins: "You realize he wanted you in front of him just so he could stare at your butt, right?"
Heather Weihe: "DURRR."
Vicki Donahoe: "That's nice. I got all thousand copies of some poet laureate's limited-edition book."
Jeni Adams: "He was probably considering raping you, then saw how skinny you were and was like, 'Ehhhh...'"
So at about 12:30 Monday night, I was talking on my cell phone to my good friend Thomas and decided that I needed a bottle of SoBe, so I walked from my house on 33rd and Vine to the gas station at 33rd and O, which was, unfortunately closed. Returning to my home, no longer conversing with Mr. Wheeler, I had been traipsing along 33rd Street for about ten minutes when a reasonably fit, leather/bling-clad fine young African-American individual, no doubt the pride of his local Black Panthers organization, came out of his (or someone's) house about 20 feet in front of me ('twas about 1:00 in TEH MORNING at this point) and started walking. We continued thus for about three seconds before he turned around, ran back to me and placed himself in such proximity to my person that, had it proven necessary, I could indeed have licked his throat without moving my head at all (tempting as this was, I did not believe it would do much in the way of relieving tension). While maintaining this proximity, he informed me at an elevated volume that "you keep walkin' on my ass, I'll bust your *expletive deleted* head."
Shady: "OK."
Malcolm X [since Thomas and I decided he was the local spokesperson for the Nation of Islam]: "Why you following me?"
Shady: "I'm not following you."
Malcolm X: "Where you going?"
Shady: "I'm walking down the street."
Malcolm X: "You walk in front of me."
I acceded to this request, and he commenced following almost literally upon my heels, muttering "yeah" repeatedly until I entered my abode and he continued down the street.
VARIOUS INDIVIDUALS' RESPONSE TO SHADY'S RECOUNTING OF THIS EVENT:
Thomas Wheeler: "So I have to go over and bust his kneecaps?"
Jenny Higgins: "You realize he wanted you in front of him just so he could stare at your butt, right?"
Heather Weihe: "DURRR."
Vicki Donahoe: "That's nice. I got all thousand copies of some poet laureate's limited-edition book."
Jeni Adams: "He was probably considering raping you, then saw how skinny you were and was like, 'Ehhhh...'"
Just as much as white people drawing disability for fake injuries while being fiercely anti-government are losers, this poor soul is also a loser. I don't care what color someone is, unless I feel physically outmatched by them, I wouldn't accept someone saying that to me. I would have politely invited him to attempt to carry out his threat.
