The guy(?) on the left works the drive thru window during the graveyard shift at Taco Bell. He owns the car that's always parked across two spaces. I suggest the next time you're at Taco Bell, you back into his car. The homie in the middle got his jewelry from a gumball machine, wets himself when he hears Britney Spears on the radio, and babysits for money to buy Hansen CD's. His dream is to be the next American Idol. The slacker on the right spent the morning in front of the mirror, carefully drawing the "tat" on his massive 12 inch bicep with a bic pen while singing along to 'N Synch. Can anybody guess why his right arm is bigger than his left?
Daaammmn... I wish these fools, just once, took a wrong turn on my block in East LA. The Homeboys in the neighborhood would have a feast showing these Vatos what hard really is. Especially the "Buff Vetarano" on the right with the jailhouse tatts.