So, I've this friend of mine (no way!). In its most complete form, his name is Edgar ``Gozer'' Gonzalez. He was nice enough to send me this little tale, which i will recount verbatim (modulo some formatting).

okay brief story while i have time...

setting: me looking like severe bad ass... straight up low down hustler shit...

so i got this date with my man victor at the front of my school... so i sit on the steps where everyone (millions and billions and zillions of people) walk... so im there sitting and too cheap/stupid to pay for my own food... so brother junta passes and is nice enough to give me an empty cup of coke... hope is a nice thing at first, then it becomes a bitch...

so then i think... holy shit! i am hispanic, a mexican even, i have a god given right to beg for money... so there i was and asshole lifto gave me twenty seven cents to 'clean my dirty self up'... got some hugs and hellos and etc too.. but i got the bills!... and thats whats important... now i have a wet quarter with two sticky pennies... party tonight.