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Aight NT, so I walk up to Rite Aid to cop some personal hygiene products. It was all good, I get my shaving cream and the current issue of Complex. Plus, I gotmy flirt on with the cashier. Seems like a gangbuster night so far. So then, I'm walking home and I see this dog sniffin' through the garbage and Icross the street, to stay out of harms way. I think I'm cool until I see this mangy piece of s**t runnin towards me. I go "OH SNAP!" and take offrunnin. The dog nips my ankle and rips my corduroys. Now I'm pissed. But I use the pain to fuel my adrenaline as I'm being chased. I felt like JoshCribbs, weavin' in and out of parked cars. All while, my neighbors are getting a kick out of my white a** flyin down the street. I'm sayin "HELPME!!! AHHHHHH" like a little b***h.
I get in front of my house and run up the hood of my car so the dog can't get to me, I roll up my magazine andthrow it across the street, the dog follows it, and I dart inside. I don't think I can ever show my face again, I will be known as the "screamingWhite boy".