I am getting the hang of this whole baby sitting thing
Yesterday, I headed up to the city to watch silly billy Jilly.. It was franklin's birthday.. and my sissy wanted to take him out on the town..
I headed up there about 2p.. My sissy had to hit the market before their big date.. primarily to get me some grub.. That is how she "pays" me for the sitting.. Feeds me a good dinner.. ANYWAYS. San Fran has some weird stores.. The one Safeway is kinda sorta by Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park.. and its this weird building attached to a prking garage.. So, we head into the garage and find a spot in this dank corner.. As I head to the door, my sister (wilth Jilly strapped to her belly) goes on a mission to find a cart. If I knew it would be a mission, I woulda done it for her.. but she is one determined little chick-ey. Anyway, as I am standing at the door, this fellow asks me for some spare change.. I make the cutomary.. OH SORRY face.. and pat my pockets.. I respectfully acknowledge his existence.. and say no.. and scan the perimeter for my sister.. He quips in.. "come on.. I am so hungry.." AGH! what am I suppose to do.. I know I have a wad of cash in my purse.. My $150 purse.. two thoughts come to mind..
1> How can I be such a tight wad and not give this dude a dolla..
2> if he sees my purse and my wad this mo fo is going to steal my purse..
I look at him and say HOLD ON.. I take 3 or 4 or 10 steps away from him and pull a dollar out of my purse.. I ask him if a dollar would work.. ( I Mean he was asking for spare CHANGE) .. He says..OH YEAH.. I hand him the dollar.. and then quickly stammer away... He tells me that if ever I need him to come find him and he will do anything for me.. (Where is my sister?!?!?!) and then he looks both ways and says.. Hey, I also got some GONJA.. want some? HUH? (what the mo fo is GONJA?) I finally figured out .. Yes, he IS hungry but it is in fact the munchies.. He is a DRUG DEALER! Holy Shit.. I sweetly decline .. BUT THANKS! and decided to quickly GET my sister.. as I walk toward the ramp to the parking garage.. there she is with a trusty cart .. I grab her and quickly shuffle her past my new friend... agh agh agh..
So, we shop.. and it seems really odd that there are like a MILLION young kids in this safeway.. like in PACKS. We kinda decided there was something going on at Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park.. Maybe a green day show.. or maybe a beastie boy festival.. We thought it kind of strange that many of them had on these orange BATTLECRY sweatshirts.. we decided that they must be cheerleaders .. and they were having some sort of competition. To be honest the little mo fo's were just loitering in the aisles and I was LOUDLY telling them to get the "F" out of the way.. !!! ARGH... We ran into a million more of these gangs of kids in the parking garage.. and along the street.. What was going on???When we finally got back to my sisters PAD.. we looked up on the internet .. and found out this weird freaky pep rally was being held at Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park .. it was for the youth of america to FIGHT against popular culture?!?!?! huh? What the F?? Are people just going insane or something? Then I thought.. wouldn't it be the coolest ever if my new gonja selling friend got a few of these kids to partake in his contribution to popular culture.. ???
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