I took a stroll through scenic Renton today. I walked passed an apartment complex and saw a man sipping a 40 oz Old E (one of the finest malt liquors next to Mickey's) he was enjoying the sunshine and spitting from his deck. I think he saw me looking at his beer, I felt a little dumb. I thought for sure he was going to spit on me, but then maybe he felt sorry because he was drinking beer...and I wasn't, so he spared me. I make up stories all the time. I was a lonely child. Anyway, it was a good day, and I'm now inspired to drink a 40 and listen to some Ice Cube.
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