Ziings @ Downtown Fullerton

Fullerton
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….Rolled to pick up the homies. Midnight arrives. In the car, purse clinging against the metal frame. "What's that Monkey noise?" On the freeway, Arnold cuts a car, side busting. The tailgating begins. Frank slows down. He’s got his bro’s back. If need be, Frank’s armed to swerve into the fucker rubber necking around. Crash and burn. Chaos and destruction. Don’t mess with us Bay folks. We some badass kids….

…Downtown Fullerton. Cousin Vic has been waiting. Met the fellas. Nice to meet you Mo! Mo’ Money!!! Bar hoppin. Music is poppin. Ziing’s is ringing. Shaking that ass. The cuz laughs, “Boys are checking you out!” No, boys are checking you out bro! 2 am. Bars are closed. No more asian invasion. Drunk but not drunk driving. Mobbing deep on the freeway to the cuz crib. Lights out! Blinkers on! Are we racing or what?...

In the crib, Anime craze! Baped out! Gangstas Bapestas! Drinking to beer, watching 300. Nipples. Butthole. Sparta. Niggas!... Del Taco run 4 in the morning. Knock out! We ain’t never ready to go home ….

Bapesta Gangstas!