D.S.I. Fan said:
Don't hate what you don't know.
What you talkin bout, hate? I didn't mention hate. Not in any form. So quit pullin me to the side all buddy-buddy like.
And to point out a lil somethen-somethen: I got family in Scottsdale and Phx Arizona. Everytime that I'd been there, I'd noticed that there is no dark side; it is all bright, sunny, happy...college kids playing, drinking, acting cool and trying to fight, pretendind to be hard. Kinda like YOU, coming on this forum tryin to punk mother-fuckaz. Holding machete like yaw seen all the right jason movies. I remember hitting a dude in his face, some college kid, drunk, throwing gang signs into my face. Slurring his speech. Excited. I hit him in the center of his nose. And he fell down bleeding. My cousin rushing me past, holding my arm like a date, her rushing us to the backside of the bar but saying nothing.
In all honesty, I don't know that much about that area; the times that I did visit were short-lived. But if you go to a city and there is a party where some drunk college kid, looking like Ogre from The Revenge of the Nerds, is throwing gang signs and mumbling retarded shit, then it may be safe to fathom that there are no G's in the area to keep such stupid shit in order.
D.S.I. Fan said:
Don't hate what you don't know.
So, fuck you, dude. Come out to West 2nd Street, downtown Little Rick, AR. Or come out to 56th Street and STW, Tacoma, WA. Bring your knives and swords. Keep talkin shit.
What happened to the honest, humble approach: Hey, we are new to the game, please be on the look-out. We bring fire... This is what we are about...
Not, I repeat, not...We are comin and we are hardcore. Dont hate! We got knives! We're HARD.
Know what? I'm out.
Kabol