Gangsterville

Dear diary. (Yeah I know, you’re not my diary (Yeah, I also know that diaries don’t talk back))

Dear diary. I want to talk about nothing. And the masters behind doin’ nothing. Where I live, there’s these “thugs”. Sadly, I went to the same class with many of them. They don’t really contribute to society besides of buying expensive (ugly?) clothes. They walk around like they’re lions in their prime. But it looks so idiotic that they really look like 7 monkeys with sun-glasses and Adidas clothes. They also think all the chicks are naturally in to them. But it’s kinda funny seeing the girls laughing at them as soon as they pass them.

I was walking from the bus-stop after a long Kung-fu practice, and I spotted three of them hanging at the corner of Rimi (Norway’s answer for K-Mart). There they stood, 3 legally adults, they can now buy their own cigarettes, beer, x-rated movies and even drive cars. But instead, they stood there, giving people the ugly-eye. They want to scare us, you know… They want you to be afraid of them. But me? I really don’t care. I had been training for two and a half hour, I just wanted to get home and get something to eat. I decided to just walk right past them. As I walked past them, I couldn’t NOT notice that at least one of them (but I really hope all of them) was wearing just a tad (sarcastic) to much cologne. Jeez. I know that I don’t smell like a flower, but I know I don’t smell like a football-pub for 50 year old divorced men… I wonder what the hell the cologne company was thinking when they made that fragrance. “Gee… Let’s take the smell from the ashtray, mix it with some of that green stuff behind the fridge, boil it down and sell it to 18 year old boys!” Touché Hugo… I’ll get you one day.

I’m sorry, I am definitely not the person that uses to criticise people for their clothes. I really don’t care about clothes, as long as I cover my privates, I’m happy. But WTF!! What the hell are you wearing, thugster? You know… with that Adidas training pants pulled up to your bellybutton, you should probably consider an appointment with a doctor about that testicle of yours… It really can’t be safe to pull your pants so high that your testicles are screaming: “Aaaah, it’s like being in a vice!!” And no… Buying a small sweater does not make you stronger. I think they’re going for the “high and strong” type of guy. But the small sweater just makes you look like you’ve been wearing the same sweater since you was 6 year old…

Get a grip guys. The days of not caring and not contributing are over, in a few years your parents will kick you out. And sadly as it is, the odd cologne, long pants and small sized sweaters will not help you, unless you intend to make money, displaying yourself as “the funny smelling long legged man”.

Stu…