a story by brother dave

A while back I was in Los Angeles visiting my friend who went to USC. USC is situated just south of the Shrine Auditorium where they used to have the Academy Awards. Well, it just so happened I went to visit him on that Academy Award weekend. Needless to say, the streets were fuckin' packed with no where to park due to all the fans, media, and whatnot.

With a bunch of my homeboys piled into my rental car, we drove around for about 40 minutes looking for a spot to park at just outside of his apartment complex. Finally I see three brothas piling into a suburban getting ready to leave. Thankful, I pulled up behind them, hit my blinker (indicating that I was going to take up the spot) and waited.

For 10 minutes, those three cats fiddled around in their suburban doing something. I got impatient and stuck my head out the window. "Hey dog, you guys leaving?" I see a hand pop out the window giving me a hold-on-just-a-sec hand signal.

Two minutes later "DOG! You guys dippin out? We're gonna take that spot," I ask again.
An annoyed voice answers back from the drivers seat, "Yeah were leavin. Hold up."

Five Minutes later, I'm pissed. I lay on the horn with an annoying BRAAAAAAAAAP

"Hey Nigga! You getting out of that spot or what?"

Out pops Keenan Thompson from the driver seat, and shouts "Nigga I said Yeah!!!!"

He looks at our carload of hoods and hesitates.

One of my homeboys pipes up from the back seat, "Hey man! You're Kel from Nickelodeon! Whats up Kel!"

Keenan gets this confused look on his face, "But Im Keenan-"

The same homeboy pipes up again cutting him off, "Whatever cocksucker fucken beat it!"

Keenan with a destroyed look on his face, hops in his car, and peels off.

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