I was at McDonald’s, and talking with some friends and there was this old guy sitting in the corner all by himself. He looked sort of depressed. I didn’t really think about it until later, though.
He finished his food before us and walked out. Like, 30 seconds later, we hear these brakes screeching and we were like “WTF, was that a car accident?” and we all stand up and looked out the window. It was that old guy. I guess he jumped in front of a car or something.
He was just lying there all messed up. I couldn’t tell if he was alive or not. It was crazy. This lady standing in line started screaming and stuff. We didn’t go out there, but we watched until the ambulance came. It was really sad when his wife showed up though. They had to sort of shovel him onto the stretcher.
As they were putting him into the ambulance I called my mom to tell her what happened. I told her that I saw the tread marks on his chest and head and she screamed “You’re movin’ in with your uncle and auntie in Bel Air.” I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said “fresh” and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought “Nah forget it, yo, homes, to bel air.”
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby “Yo homes, smell ya later.” Looking at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
