Fine. I'll start.
This one time me and a guy I was locked up with got sprung at the same time. Upon breathing in the fresh air his first exhalation included, "yo, I'm about to go pick up a couple of bricks. You in?".
I'm thinking, this dude seriously doesn't like freedom. So we part ways and my first inclination is to get a good shower after taking a proper dump, changing and burning the clothes with which I was clad for the horrendous past few days. (Was it weeks? Months? Oh well) Then dunking something in someone's donut.
I bump into him randomly sometime later in Harlem. We briefly started speaking when he caught sight of a plump chica, and interrupting our meaningless banter he hollered at teh fattie; "Yo! Gordie. Never change. Stay just like that. You all that, ma. Come here."
Shocked I left and wrote him off to the chronically institutionalized.
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