Some NIGGER shit going down
Well somebody's got it in forWilson Brothers Seafood Market.
Somebody went under our seafood market, and pulled the water pipes out of our bathroom sink and pushed the pipe back in causing a flood. That wasn't good enough for the bastard. Saturday they cut the water pipe under the seafood market where I could not fix it this time. I have a strong feeling who it is, but there are a lot of people out there who probably don't want our business to succeed. I can see the discuss on there faces when they come here. Mothafuckas come in here with that fake ass smile and how there so fucking happy to be getting a seafood market in the neighborhood. Telling us how great it is that it's black owned, like it's a civil rights movement or something? A lot of people have called here since this morning asking are we open, like they expect us not to be.
And all these cars pulling in and out from Rockhill road checking us out. But a little water mishap can't stop us from opening dip shits. Can't cut no fish right now, like I really give a fuck. They must have forgot, this is more than just a fish market. We have crablegs, beer and wine, cigarettes, grocery items. WE ARE STILL OPEN. These fuckers better hope my moms hang around. My plans for this place will change.I'd get rid of all candies, cigarettes, blunts, beer,and sodas. Wilson Brothers Seafood Market would sell just seafood, chicken, steak and expensive wines. Fuck those who come in here buying blunts, cheap wine and malt liquor. Erveyone thinks we have money, like we are millionaires.
Let me tell yah something.The owners of Wilson Brothers Seafood are not rich! Now repeat that ten times and get over it. I did not win the fucking lottery; my moms did not win the damn lottery. If I had half the money yawl think I had, why in the fuck would I be working in a seafood market.
Since I'm on the subject I'll like to take this time to give a shout out Too those bums out there who owe me money.
Reverend Deacon Preacher. Can I get?
Like this guy who came in the store asking about a hundred pounds of Va. Mullets for his church function at a later date. Then he preached his way into letting him have fourteen dollars worth of Spots for lunch ( Said he left his wallet at home). Since he said he was a Deacon, I said, O.K Mr.Deacon man. He told me he'd be back that after noon to pay up. It's been two months now. OUT $14.00
Begging old fuck!
The classic veteran beggar. This is the guy who borrows just a little bit, pays you back. Borrow a little bit more, pays you back. Then he hits you for the big one. Every fucking two days he's in the seafood market asking for something. Can I get a pack of cigarettes, a soda, ten dollars so I can get some gas? He's forever running out of gas. I remember when he first ask me to lend him a couple of bucks. I told him I didn't have it. He looked at me with that shit faced grin. Just because I own a Seafood market he figured I'd just take it out of the cash register. I DON'T LOAN MONEY OUT THROUGH MY STORE. And just because I drive a H2 doesn't mean I have money on tha hip.
He asked me for twenty-five dollars. So I leant it too him, have not seen that fucker in the seafood market since. I see his ass almost every day. He rides by the store like he don't know me now. As soon as I see him I ran out the store to let him see my face. THAT'S RIGHT BASTARD TAKE YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE KANGAROO MART. I don't have to see your begging ass no more. Im hoping one day I see him out of gas on the road one of these days. I'll stop, give him the finger and drive off. OUT $25.00 + $5.00 he said he would give me = $30.00
Can I get two packs of cigarette till I get a hustle?
Fuck you bitch! He bought two packs of cigarette, but wanted two more packs because work was slow. He's an out standing customer so I let him have them, on credit. I seen him yesterday for the first time in three weeks (so he thinks). He told me don't worry he'd get me my money. I said yeah-right mothafucka. You don't intend on paying me back anyway, I see you ride by here all the time. You can keep your money. I would not take a dime from you if it means saving my own life??.
What he does is sneak down to the Kangoroo Mart by going behind Wilson Brothers Seafood to get there. Or he just waits until we close to go to the store. Fuck him! Riding his bike an extra mile for cigarettes and beer. It's a hundred degrees out here daily. That six dollar and forty cent might cause his ass to have a heat stroke. (laughing) OUT $6.40
TOTAL = $50.40
Somebody went under our seafood market, and pulled the water pipes out of our bathroom sink and pushed the pipe back in causing a flood. That wasn't good enough for the bastard. Saturday they cut the water pipe under the seafood market where I could not fix it this time. I have a strong feeling who it is, but there are a lot of people out there who probably don't want our business to succeed. I can see the discuss on there faces when they come here. Mothafuckas come in here with that fake ass smile and how there so fucking happy to be getting a seafood market in the neighborhood. Telling us how great it is that it's black owned, like it's a civil rights movement or something? A lot of people have called here since this morning asking are we open, like they expect us not to be.
And all these cars pulling in and out from Rockhill road checking us out. But a little water mishap can't stop us from opening dip shits. Can't cut no fish right now, like I really give a fuck. They must have forgot, this is more than just a fish market. We have crablegs, beer and wine, cigarettes, grocery items. WE ARE STILL OPEN. These fuckers better hope my moms hang around. My plans for this place will change.I'd get rid of all candies, cigarettes, blunts, beer,and sodas. Wilson Brothers Seafood Market would sell just seafood, chicken, steak and expensive wines. Fuck those who come in here buying blunts, cheap wine and malt liquor. Erveyone thinks we have money, like we are millionaires.
Let me tell yah something.The owners of Wilson Brothers Seafood are not rich! Now repeat that ten times and get over it. I did not win the fucking lottery; my moms did not win the damn lottery. If I had half the money yawl think I had, why in the fuck would I be working in a seafood market.
Since I'm on the subject I'll like to take this time to give a shout out Too those bums out there who owe me money.
Reverend Deacon Preacher. Can I get?
Like this guy who came in the store asking about a hundred pounds of Va. Mullets for his church function at a later date. Then he preached his way into letting him have fourteen dollars worth of Spots for lunch ( Said he left his wallet at home). Since he said he was a Deacon, I said, O.K Mr.Deacon man. He told me he'd be back that after noon to pay up. It's been two months now. OUT $14.00
Begging old fuck!
The classic veteran beggar. This is the guy who borrows just a little bit, pays you back. Borrow a little bit more, pays you back. Then he hits you for the big one. Every fucking two days he's in the seafood market asking for something. Can I get a pack of cigarettes, a soda, ten dollars so I can get some gas? He's forever running out of gas. I remember when he first ask me to lend him a couple of bucks. I told him I didn't have it. He looked at me with that shit faced grin. Just because I own a Seafood market he figured I'd just take it out of the cash register. I DON'T LOAN MONEY OUT THROUGH MY STORE. And just because I drive a H2 doesn't mean I have money on tha hip.
He asked me for twenty-five dollars. So I leant it too him, have not seen that fucker in the seafood market since. I see his ass almost every day. He rides by the store like he don't know me now. As soon as I see him I ran out the store to let him see my face. THAT'S RIGHT BASTARD TAKE YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE KANGAROO MART. I don't have to see your begging ass no more. Im hoping one day I see him out of gas on the road one of these days. I'll stop, give him the finger and drive off. OUT $25.00 + $5.00 he said he would give me = $30.00
Can I get two packs of cigarette till I get a hustle?
Fuck you bitch! He bought two packs of cigarette, but wanted two more packs because work was slow. He's an out standing customer so I let him have them, on credit. I seen him yesterday for the first time in three weeks (so he thinks). He told me don't worry he'd get me my money. I said yeah-right mothafucka. You don't intend on paying me back anyway, I see you ride by here all the time. You can keep your money. I would not take a dime from you if it means saving my own life??.
What he does is sneak down to the Kangoroo Mart by going behind Wilson Brothers Seafood to get there. Or he just waits until we close to go to the store. Fuck him! Riding his bike an extra mile for cigarettes and beer. It's a hundred degrees out here daily. That six dollar and forty cent might cause his ass to have a heat stroke. (laughing) OUT $6.40
TOTAL = $50.40
