
If I were Rodney King I’d be drunk too. First he gets brutally beaten up. Then the folks who did it get off for the crime, subsequently a race riot breaks out resulting in death and millions of dollars in damage. There’s no moving on from that. It’s not like he could find him a hot shortie, pick up a security job at the local Wal-Mart and live happily ever after. Nope, he had to resign himself to the fact that he’ll live out the rest of his life in a hole…a hole filled with booze. Because what happens when he steps out of that hole? He get’s shot in the face!
Damn Rodney, I hope you recover soon. I’mma mail you some Mad Dog homey. You’ll need it.
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