So anyway, as I was saying. Here I was on 48th and Grand and this long black lemo pulls up. I'm not thinking much of it at the time, I was all into my pizza not a care in the world when that lemo pulls up. Yes I know I said that just relax already. So anyway, it pull s up across the street ant out get the two largest fuckin' niggers you ever saw. We're talking straight up Arnold SchwartzaNegro. So I'm like, slamming some pepperoni, what . . . no I didn't get it from Ace's. I don't go eat that greasy shit. I got is cross0town at Bobby's. WHAT? Ain't no fuckin' way Bobby is a faggot! Cause I fuckin' know a fudge packer when I see one. Hell no! Fucking faggots all say they got some gaydar shit, well mine is twice as good. I can spot a fag at fifty paces. Well . . . no look, I don't give a shit what you heard Bobby ain't no fuckin' butt pirate. End of discussion. Ok? Ok. Where was I?
Oh, right. Did I tell you about the blonde yet? Ok, so there were these two niggers and then this blonde bitch gets out. She was one hot bitch. Titties out to here. Ass was like . . . POW! Legs were up to her nick. And then I almost shit when she starts grabbin' onto one'a those niggers like they were the next fuckin' Richard Gere and shit. Right there in the street. Everyone was like, what the fuck is she doing. Nigger loving slut. So Donna tells me right in front of everyone, why don't you go over and tell that nigger loving bitch she should be with a real man. Everyone was like, oh shit go do it! I was getting pumped from everyone and so I just went over there.
I walked up to them before they got into the club. I don't know where the bouncers were. Probably out back getting blow jobs from some hos. Anyway I walked up to them and I was like, Hi, how ya doing. Right to her just ignoring the two niggers like they weren't even there. She was being polite and shit and said I'm fine, nice night, shit like that. The nigger on the left didn't give a fuck but the one of the right, he was like, come on honey we gotta go. I was like, excuse the fuck outta me man, I was just talking to the lady, what are you doing around here anyway. What? Fuck no I didn't call him a nigger to his face., You ever see a nigger to nuts when a white man calls him a nigger? It's like fucking ballistic. I made sure to call him man.
So anyway, I told him I was cool I was just admiring the lady from across the street and had to come meet her. He was like, get the fuck outta here we ain't done nothing. Getting all like in my face and shit. What do I mean by that? Well, you know how they get. All fuckin' riled up for no reason. His eyes were getting all big and he like, had his head kinda cocked to the side like he was a psycho or some shit. I dunno. He was just getting like in my face. So I was like, damn man relax ain't no fuckin' problem here unless you starting one. He was like all over me now, in my face and shit, screaming about racism and bullshit like that. I had like, enough of his abuse and was like, hold up. What's up with that, callin' me a racist. All I did was come over and check out your girl and now you gotta call me a racist and shit. You're a fuckin' racist. You're like trying to use that black rage excuse out on me and shit because of your insecurities. Slavery is long since over and no one who brought slaves into this country are alive anymore so you should just fuckin' chill and think about it. All he was saying was like, WHAT! WHAT! Over and over and shit. She was like, trying to pull him back and then he started like saying things like, hell no, he's a fuckin' punk, he's a fuckin' racist punk. We wasn't doing nothing just about to go into the club but he saw us with a white girl and he couldn't take it.
At this point I was like, look you're going to have to calm down or I'll arrest you for disturbing the peace. Then he was like, ain't no disturbance here cept for you fuckin' with me. He was screaming and shit and about this time the bouncers came back outside. They came up to me and were like, is everything ok officer. I told them that this guy was starting to freak out and I was just about to arrest him for disturbing the peace. Then the nigger just like exploded and attacked me. The two bouncers brought him down to the ground. The white chic who was with them was screaming at the other nigger something like, it's not worth it, or something. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of metal and I turn and the nigger has a gun and I just sorta drew and fired. It was almost in slow motion. Drew and fired.
Caught him right in the chest and he blew back into his lemo and kinda crumpled to the ground. That's when my partner Donna came running across the street and like took the bitch to the ground. Her white dress was smeared with blood and she was screaming she was gonna kill me. Donna put her down and cuffed her. I cuffed the other nigger. End of story.
What? Well, no it wasn't a gun he drew on me but it was a weapon. He had a kubaton on his key chain. That's kinda like a small metal rod, it's used mainly for self-defense but his intent was clear. Everyone thought he was going for a gun though. Ask the witnesses. There were about ten of them and they all back my story.
What? Yeah they were all white. So? It was a clean shoot.
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