I confronted the lot of them. No hat. White beater. Bald head beard and tattoos. I looked like kkk to them I'm sure. But they looked at me like. . The balls on this guy. Yelling for parents of a kid like this. . We going to get his mom now. You cool bro? You need a beer? We chill over here.
Well I'm not cool. Told them why. Let it be known that's my girl and that won't happen again.
I did light a doob to keep peace since I smelled the blunt. Hit it passed it and left it.
Think my point of we can be cordial or I can be a guy you won't like , was made well.