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boondocks_comic. WHAT?! I think LJAbuse is getting a little nuts. More info on michichu2.
Alsooo..LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY LITTLE ADVENTURE.
It shall now be known as The Real-as-Hell Chicken Run.
And this is how it begins...
A craving for chicken, at 11:30 at night, brings Cukeyra, Aquilla, and a girl named Annelisa to my room. Already in my pajamas, I said, sure! It ain't that far from here. So off we go into the car and head out down Woodward for some eats. But it ends up being closed. Keyra, though, will not be denied her right to late-night chicken eating, so she takes us downtown, shows us the niceness of downtown, and then finds another KFC. That is also closed. The man inside is cleaning. She honks her horn and yells "'EY! 'EYYY! NIGGA, I KNOW YOU SEE ME. GIMME MAH DAMN CHICKEN!", but it is no use. The rest of us are rolling, laughing so hard. She's getting kind of antsy. Hits 80 down Woodward; I thought I was gonna DIE.
We head out in another direction, find another KFC, which is also closed. Keyra's getting kinda crazy ("I WANT MAH DAMN CHICKEN!"), but decides to go to an ATM to get some money so she doesn't have to use her debit. There's a construction barrel in the drive, but she goes through anyway, to an out-of-service ATM. She falls silent. Then, drives through the police tape and speeds, blows a red light, and heads out to another KFC. Again, closed. It's about 12:30AM now.
With a nearly empty tank of gas, we were now on Seven Mile, on the east side of Detroit (for the uneducated, this is where most of the bad shit happens), but she stops at a gas station and begins trying to pump. There's a car there, and these two latino-lookin' guys, one drinkin', tinted windows, and the driver comes out and asks Keyra if she needs any help. She says it's cool. Quilla locks the doors. They keep bothering her while she's trying to pump, and soon she realizes she's been pumping Premium into her car on accident. So she has to spend longer there to finish off with Unleaded.
By this time, the other guy had popped out, and was now circling the car, peeking in the windows--I had my hat down and was not looking up our out or ANYTHING, because I was terrified and I wanted to go home so bad. Quilla said they were asking who I was and kept looking at me. JESUS, GO AWAY, YOU DICKS! They were asking Keyra if they wanted to hang out, if they could call some friends, and go get chicken with us. WTF. NO.
A police car shows up and chills next to our car. I don't know when it showed up, but Quilla pointed it out and I was thinking, "OH THANK YOU GOD MAKE THEM GO AWAY", and once Keyra was done, she waved the boys off and we left. So did the police. Quilla said when she looked back those two guys were circling the lot of the gas station. Weird. Eerie. NEVER GOING UP THERE AT NIGHT AGAIN, KTHX.
Keyra's determination was not dampered, though. We went to a gas station (WHY?! I WANNA GO HOME!) on 8 Mile, and she said "Hey, it's 8 Mile! It's safer!", and went inside to ask for directions. Five minutes later, an Escalade with some chicks shows up, and then a car booming music shows up and these guys go in, and hold her up and talk to her. Apparently, Keyra went to school with one of the guys, he used to like her, yadda yadda..Anyway, he was asking her about us in the car, and if we wanted any weed. NO THANK YOU, CAN WE GO NOW!? Even Quilla was yelling for Keyra to get her rear in gear and go. But we left fifteen minutes later, and I was distinctly not in the mood to eat anything anymore.
So we went to one last place, that was supposed to be open. It wasn't. Keyra was not pleased. But we ended up ordering $24 worth of White Castle and going home.
But yeah. That is NOT happening again. At least, not without some male friend who looks formidable in the car.
boondocks_comic. WHAT?! I think LJAbuse is getting a little nuts. More info on michichu2. Alsooo..LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY LITTLE ADVENTURE.
It shall now be known as The Real-as-Hell Chicken Run.
And this is how it begins...
A craving for chicken, at 11:30 at night, brings Cukeyra, Aquilla, and a girl named Annelisa to my room. Already in my pajamas, I said, sure! It ain't that far from here. So off we go into the car and head out down Woodward for some eats. But it ends up being closed. Keyra, though, will not be denied her right to late-night chicken eating, so she takes us downtown, shows us the niceness of downtown, and then finds another KFC. That is also closed. The man inside is cleaning. She honks her horn and yells "'EY! 'EYYY! NIGGA, I KNOW YOU SEE ME. GIMME MAH DAMN CHICKEN!", but it is no use. The rest of us are rolling, laughing so hard. She's getting kind of antsy. Hits 80 down Woodward; I thought I was gonna DIE.
We head out in another direction, find another KFC, which is also closed. Keyra's getting kinda crazy ("I WANT MAH DAMN CHICKEN!"), but decides to go to an ATM to get some money so she doesn't have to use her debit. There's a construction barrel in the drive, but she goes through anyway, to an out-of-service ATM. She falls silent. Then, drives through the police tape and speeds, blows a red light, and heads out to another KFC. Again, closed. It's about 12:30AM now.
With a nearly empty tank of gas, we were now on Seven Mile, on the east side of Detroit (for the uneducated, this is where most of the bad shit happens), but she stops at a gas station and begins trying to pump. There's a car there, and these two latino-lookin' guys, one drinkin', tinted windows, and the driver comes out and asks Keyra if she needs any help. She says it's cool. Quilla locks the doors. They keep bothering her while she's trying to pump, and soon she realizes she's been pumping Premium into her car on accident. So she has to spend longer there to finish off with Unleaded.
By this time, the other guy had popped out, and was now circling the car, peeking in the windows--I had my hat down and was not looking up our out or ANYTHING, because I was terrified and I wanted to go home so bad. Quilla said they were asking who I was and kept looking at me. JESUS, GO AWAY, YOU DICKS! They were asking Keyra if they wanted to hang out, if they could call some friends, and go get chicken with us. WTF. NO.
A police car shows up and chills next to our car. I don't know when it showed up, but Quilla pointed it out and I was thinking, "OH THANK YOU GOD MAKE THEM GO AWAY", and once Keyra was done, she waved the boys off and we left. So did the police. Quilla said when she looked back those two guys were circling the lot of the gas station. Weird. Eerie. NEVER GOING UP THERE AT NIGHT AGAIN, KTHX.
Keyra's determination was not dampered, though. We went to a gas station (WHY?! I WANNA GO HOME!) on 8 Mile, and she said "Hey, it's 8 Mile! It's safer!", and went inside to ask for directions. Five minutes later, an Escalade with some chicks shows up, and then a car booming music shows up and these guys go in, and hold her up and talk to her. Apparently, Keyra went to school with one of the guys, he used to like her, yadda yadda..Anyway, he was asking her about us in the car, and if we wanted any weed. NO THANK YOU, CAN WE GO NOW!? Even Quilla was yelling for Keyra to get her rear in gear and go. But we left fifteen minutes later, and I was distinctly not in the mood to eat anything anymore.
So we went to one last place, that was supposed to be open. It wasn't. Keyra was not pleased. But we ended up ordering $24 worth of White Castle and going home.
But yeah. That is NOT happening again. At least, not without some male friend who looks formidable in the car.
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Date: 2006-03-22 02:58 pm (UTC)Is the most terrifying story evars. o_o Is Keyra mad? In the head? What is it about college that makes you do incredibly stupid things? (Young adults being on their own for the first time? Surely not.)
This is why you shouldn't eat chicken... =_= /vegetarianism. XD
~huggle~ Hope you're okay, baby.
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Date: 2006-03-22 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-22 04:22 pm (UTC)Hahaha, chicken. ~elbow jab~
Glad you're not too damaged. XD
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Date: 2006-03-22 06:48 pm (UTC)WHY WON'T PEOPLE TELL ME THESE THINGS?!
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Date: 2006-03-22 09:25 pm (UTC)That story is insane! It's too bad about the creepy guys, otherwise it seems like it would've been a really silly fun night.
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Date: 2006-03-23 11:14 pm (UTC)Just sayin'.