So I'm in Kilburn, just got off work. Fancied a drink, as I'm walking towards a corner shop, there's this skinny young farah on a moped, proper staring at me. Like, watching my every move.....
I then come out of the shop, and the fucker is still staring at me....I then ask him, what the f he's looking at. Then, out of nowhere, the little shit jumps out of his moped pulls out a little knife, with a short blade, and starts screaming "what you doing on my block?"
Now, bear in mind, I've got on my big motorbike jacket on,. The jacket has strong pads on the shoulders, the back, and on the side torso area.....that knife wasn't getting through anything, and I knew that.
There was an alleyway to our left, subax over there I told him, as I walk towards the alley.....then the snotty little bustard gets on his moped and speeds off down the road.
What a bizarre moment. This is the second time, I've had runnings I've had with Kilburn somalis. Weird lot, they are.
I then come out of the shop, and the fucker is still staring at me....I then ask him, what the f he's looking at. Then, out of nowhere, the little shit jumps out of his moped pulls out a little knife, with a short blade, and starts screaming "what you doing on my block?"
Now, bear in mind, I've got on my big motorbike jacket on,. The jacket has strong pads on the shoulders, the back, and on the side torso area.....that knife wasn't getting through anything, and I knew that.
There was an alleyway to our left, subax over there I told him, as I walk towards the alley.....then the snotty little bustard gets on his moped and speeds off down the road.
What a bizarre moment. This is the second time, I've had runnings I've had with Kilburn somalis. Weird lot, they are.
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