Last night, the crackheads “rose from the dead like Thriller.” They were out, kickin’ it. With the rats and the roaches.
Speaking of, let me tell y’all about this rat I saw last night, chillin’. It was literally the size of my tennis shoe. I wear an 8.
Ms. Hunty came foraging through the grass like she owned it. And had the nerve to look at me like, “You see it.”
And, at that point, I gracefully bowed out. Y’all know the terror I feel when rats show up and show out!
[She] was CONSIDERABLY more robust than the NYC rats I saw on the subway tracks. I want no parts of that. Rat=1; Krish=0 #DoYouSis
Originally tweeted May 25.
