#34 Thug Life?
In high school, I delivered pizza in a pretty bad part of town. One time, I made a delivery to an apartment complex that was known for being really ghetto. I knocked on the door and a giant of a guy finally came to the door. He was probably six and a half feet tall and had muscles like LeBron James. He had on a red bandana, red shoes, no shirt, and jeans that sagged, revealing red boxers. His entire torso was covered in tattoos, many of which appeared to be the same sequence of letters in different styles.
I told him the price and he pulled a huge roll of bills from his pocket. I’m talking like, three inches in diameter. The guy took a few seconds to free the mass from his pocket. He took a rubber band off of it and started flipping through. Eventually, he pulled two twenties from the roll and handed them to me. I asked if he wanted his change and he just stared at me for about 30 seconds.
I was about to repeat the question (even though he definitely heard me, considering we were about two feet apart) when he pulled another twenty from the roll and handed it to me. I looked at him in disbelief for a second and then thanked him. He nodded, shut the door, and I heard about five locks being latched.
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