Hanging with my new home boys on Long Island.....
I learned that if you wanna get the ladies you have to have the chains, matching shirts and spiky hair with a bandana half covering your eyes.
What a night out.......Red bull and Vodka all night long—we must be somewhere on MySpace !!!!!!!!!!!
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\Guerillas—Intercept
I was so wrapped up in my conceptions, or misconceptions, of what NY was, that I didn’t realize I was only playing myself.
It was at this point, that I was abducted by some dude named Francois, and a Patty Hearst look-alike—they called themselves the Culture Guerrila Fighters.
But really I think of them more as the ARAG (Armed Resistance Against Guidos).
The first thing they did was tattoo me with their secret symbol so as to get the word out about their organization.
Before I was fit to move on, they felt it necessary to cleanse my being with an intense workout regimen:
HOURS OF TENNIS
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Then the day came for my actual trip into the city.
New York City!!!!
I could barely contain my excitement on the train.
Francois and Patty Jr. decided that before I really got going on my big trip around the world I needed to get in touch with my roots so they took me to see where I really came from. Though they didn’t say so, I think they were trying to remind me not to make the same Guido and Pimp mistakes as before.
And when I got to where we were going,
I couldn’t believe my eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!