Greenpoint Bodysnatchers

I drove from D.C. to Brooklyn. Sat in a little bit of traffic, but nothing major. Ate a BK Chicken Tendercrisp, which is thorough. Made the trip in under 4-1/2 hours. Got back to the block and found a spot on the proper side of the street. Shit is real cool.. I walk all the way down the street with bags in hand and encounter this sitting on my front stoop.


Son....................... The Polish Three-Six Mafia, drinking brews, on my steps. First of all, don't even make it seem like I'm interrupting, you don't live here. Second, recognize the amount of luggage I'm carrying and get the fuck out of my way. Realizing that these cats were gonna just stay put and wanted me to squeeze past them, my shit snapped! While proceeding up the steps, I made sure to kinda nudge one of dudes with my bag, actually I sort of blessed him with that joint. I'm almost through the door and my man decides to flick a bottlecap at me, and he's like "my bad dog."

............................................KAZAAM!!!!!!!


Na, MY BAD DOG!!!!!!!!!!

Caught this kid slippin............................................
Straight pretzeling motherfuckers up on the front steps.......It ain't a game.....

Out,
Al ZarKowitz (The Brooklyn Brawler)