godkiller
"We are the Fury"
Right now I'm in Toronto, the city Drake is from. I'm here for school. Don't listen to Drake's bullshyt: the city's demographics are similar to San Francisco and blacks are sparse and poor outside of a couple celebratory weekends. Today, as I was coming home late, I cross the street and a big black guy, about 6'4, crosses the other way with his beautiful (comparatively) white girlfriend.
Upon hitting the other side of the road I hear some yelling so I turn and glean some frat bro cacs yelling out of a red car window at the lights. At first I don't understand what's going on so I just observe. I'm a little way down the street at this point and can't hear everything but the fratbro cacs (at least 2 maybe 3) are verbally harassing the white girl with the black guy, saying things like, "Wanna have some fukking fun, baby?" and otherwise disrespecting the black guy for effect. Then a tattooed cac (standing beside a woman and another skinny cac) on the sidewalk notices the commotion and joins in, gesticulating to the black guy and saying something which causes the black guy--who looks classy in a polo short, baseball hat and black pants--to step into the tattooed cac's space and mutter something.
The tattooed cac looks a little flustered at first but then takes another look at the frat bro cacs for assurance before resuming his hooting while the black guy walks away. Eventually the tattooed cac turns back to the red car and they all cheer on some racist teamwork shyt. I'm shocked and appalled and consider running up on the cac once the frat bros are gone, but then I realize there are cameras at the street lights and move on. If that nikka had struck at the tattooed cac, I would have joined in immediately. But he didn't so I stepped back into the background.
The funniest thing is that you never see cacs say or do anything when they're alone.
Upon hitting the other side of the road I hear some yelling so I turn and glean some frat bro cacs yelling out of a red car window at the lights. At first I don't understand what's going on so I just observe. I'm a little way down the street at this point and can't hear everything but the fratbro cacs (at least 2 maybe 3) are verbally harassing the white girl with the black guy, saying things like, "Wanna have some fukking fun, baby?" and otherwise disrespecting the black guy for effect. Then a tattooed cac (standing beside a woman and another skinny cac) on the sidewalk notices the commotion and joins in, gesticulating to the black guy and saying something which causes the black guy--who looks classy in a polo short, baseball hat and black pants--to step into the tattooed cac's space and mutter something.
The tattooed cac looks a little flustered at first but then takes another look at the frat bro cacs for assurance before resuming his hooting while the black guy walks away. Eventually the tattooed cac turns back to the red car and they all cheer on some racist teamwork shyt. I'm shocked and appalled and consider running up on the cac once the frat bros are gone, but then I realize there are cameras at the street lights and move on. If that nikka had struck at the tattooed cac, I would have joined in immediately. But he didn't so I stepped back into the background.
The funniest thing is that you never see cacs say or do anything when they're alone.
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or you're a p*ssy or you could be both
This you in the story breh?
