So an Asian is standing on MY corner. He is wearing a dragon tattoo on the left shoulder, , dark sunglasses, a black tank top, khaki pants with pockets and white sneakers. We was fumbling with his cellphone, putting into his left pocket and taking it out. He did stretches with both are at shoulder level and by swiveling left and right.
At 13:50pm, he walks away eastbound on the sidewalk of MY long stretch. I figured it he is planted to protect, that’s fine by me. After all, if America goes down into martial law, we need thugs who are fearless of pain and death.
The reason why I can cap on Asians, even though I am suppose to be Filipino, is because I LOOK Asian! And part of the reason for hating tradition coming into America is because I am those younger generation who believe change is good and my accent sounds Caucasian enough to get into your faces.
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