this morning #2221.

this morning, with each passing minute, the conversation grew more & more heated. for some reason, he chose to keep the phone on speaker, allowing us to hear both ends of the debate. every juicy detail. i guess he didn’t care that he was giving us a front row seat to a discussion of some pretty incriminating shit. from what i gather, someone’s going to end up with shattered kneecaps this evening. maybe he figured that it didn't matter who heard him given that none of us knew who the hell he was. just some loudmouth dude with a bunch of tattoos spouting off in a coffee shop. he ended the call with a “cut the crap, bro. you need to make fucking certain that it happens.” with that, he laid down his phone. rolled his eyes & went back to sipping his cappuccino.