
dressed in my Sunday's best, my favorite zoot suit
..a nikka WAS CLEAN U HEAR ME ..CLEAN

with the pointy leather zwink shoes with the white tips

..CLEAN!!
So i walk into the Subway on some

"Hello, here for the interview"
manager:

young man, sit down over there and my boss will be out in a minute.
me:

(points to chair in the corner) you mean right here?
manager:

BOI SIT CHO ASS DOWN, YOU SEE ME MAKING THESE DAMN SAMMICHES OVER HERE DONT CHA BOI?

YALL YOUNG THUNDERCATS GOT NO RESPECT

(spits at me)
Me: (dodges the spit like

and then sits down in the chair) sorry
5 minutes later the owner comes out and motions for me to come into his office like
owner: take a seat jit
me:
owner:

dat unemployment ran out didnt it? dont lie..keep it real
me: well.....
owner: (JUMPS OUTTA SEAT AND INTERRUPTS ME) SHUT YO bytch ASS UP

(throws a piece of salami and cheese at my chest) PICK THE CHEESE UP..PICK IT UP
me:

(frantically begins trying to pick up the meat off the floor)
owner:

come back tomorrow round 8:30pm, ima have some work for you
me:

you said 8:30pm?
owner:

did i stutter nikka? what you scared to come around this neighborhood at night? funky ass aint too scared to have the black man make you a sammich tho is you..GET CHO bytch ASS OUT MY OFFICE (slaps me behind my head, i run out the office like

)