Grown Ass Dudes On Scooters / Cambridge Edition
The epidemic continues…
Seriously. This thing has spread past the Northeastern Bro Crowd and turned into a full on coast to coast phenomenon. Dudes on scooters are coming out of the closet (Garage?) like its a full on revolution. Though it first appeared to only be the middle class-white-yuppie set to push the movement, it has crossed racial and economic boundaries. This is worse than the upside down backwards visor (not completely unrelated), and something must be done.
Our first specimen comes from the depths of The Pit. A street walking cheetah with a heart full of naepalm, look out baby ‘cuz he’s using technology. Train hopping was too hard core, roller blading poses too much risk to his back pack full of Colt 45, but this shit is just right:
Awe shit, I think he heard me:
Amazed by this encounter I quickly sought out my fellow degenerate, Uncle Stew, for consultation. The previous night we thought it would be a good deed to help some girls through college. Feeling a little rugged we decided to meet at a local watering hole and check our funds from the night before:
This angered Uncle Stew:
Resulting in a broken hand:
As a token of his bravery, I awarded Uncle Stew with a freshly painted sheet titled “Jesus
Alas, we found it necessary to head to the packie, and look what we found along the way:
Ah yes, the Razor Scooter. the bastard cousin of the long board but The Cadillac of children’s toys.
“Let me holler at you. Let me holler at you. Holler holler holla. Holla holla holla. Let me holla at chu. HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLAHOLLA HOLLA HOLLA. HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLAHOLLA HOLLA HOLLA. HOLLA HOLLA HOLLAHOLLA HOLLAHOLLA HOLLA HOLLA. HOLLA HOLLA HOLLAHOLLA HOLLAHOLLA HOLLA HOLLA. HOLLA HOLLA
And I’m out.