I had originally wanted to talk about girls in this post, but it will have to wait for a future blog. If you’re asking why not talk about girls in this blog, it is because of the outrage I saw while I was downtown today. I was so angry, aggravated, bitter, annoyed and so displeased, that I had to change what I was gonna talk about about. The reason is, THE AMOUNT OF NATIVES THAT PARADE DOWNTOWN AND AROUND PORTAGE PLACE!!! As harsh as it sounds, it is the truth, and those of you who live in Winnipeg will understand and vow for me.
You see, I grew up all up in the North and West end of Winnipeg, so my life has been filled with NATIVES, hell I even have NATIVE friends, but the amount of NATIVES that come out when the weather is remotely bearable is unbelievable. I would not care if the natives were doin a good deed for society, if they were helping out in any form, hell even if they minded their own business, but they don’t!! They all dress up, in their winter muthafuckin jackets which go past their knees, and those jackets all have the fur skinned hoodie. They all wear the same ripped baggy exco jeans, shell toed addidas and fake yankee hat.
They all stare at you like they want something from you, like FUCK YOU people. AND it’s not like you can categorize, or put them in an age demographic, they all have on the same jacket, pants, shoes and hat, and they all give you that same god dang stare. Like it feels like it is a giant, continuous circle that will never stop. They laugh at how shitty things are, it’s like they embrace that shit hole they call life. I’m not trying to be mean or anything, but what the fuck, WTF, WHAT THE FUCK… they have nothing better to do but then to be menace in south central Winnipeg while drinking their juice in the hood? I dunno, maybe if I was able to just stand around all day in the sun, stinking like I haven’t showered in 8 days, hair greasy as fuck, and not care, maybe just maybe then I could appreciate what it means to be a NATIVE? Or maybe not…
Rated PG
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