Thug

There's this kid who walks around my neighborhood, and I see him a lot when I'm out walking the dog and the John. He makes me want to laugh.

He's not really a kid; he's probably somewhere in his late teens. And he rocks the gangbanger look: filmy little doo-rag over his head, muscle shirt, big baggy shorts, house shoes as walking shoes, OPP style. Sometimes he's dribbling a basketball. And he's got the good, hard thug-mug like he's seen a lot and wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger on your punk ass.

So he looks a little out of place walking around our pleasant, well-landscaped apartments and skulking beside any one of our sparkling clear pools.

And I'm all like, "dude! It's tough, isn't it, keeping it real on Oak Creek Road? The mean streets of River Ridge better recognize!"

Totally unrelated: The 1971 Sears Catalog. So very ugly. [Via Pop Culture Junk Mail]