Where’s Mah Grape Drink?!?

break fast

Candidate for best picture ever.

This pic is like food p0rn.

Unfortunately, for one unlucky bad boy this was his last meal.

I recall eating in the Chelsea Diner on West 23rd Street one morning after leaving the Tunnel disco. The place was ram-packed and thugged the fuck out. Some dude and a chick started beefing with each other until dude smacked her in the face with glass.

In the ensuing melee I bolted the joint with my crew to skip out on the tab as did several other people. One of the cats juking the tab ran into the street without looking and was hit by an ambulance. He hopped up after a few seconds and kept running.

This was pretty much a typical night after you left the Tunnel. Shenanigans were gonna pop off somewhere soon because mofos were irresponsibly intoxicated. If I had been at the diner on West 14th Street where sonn got his wig peeled you can believe I would have been the one maniac looking to eat someone’s untouched cheeseburger.

3 Responses to “Where’s Mah Grape Drink?!?”

  1. Mr Thoro says:

    Diamond Dallas Penn,
    Your stories never get old bruh haha

    SHOCKWAVES FTW

  2. BIGNAT says:

    “If I had been at the diner on West 14th Street where sonn got his wig peeled you can believe I would have been the one maniac looking to eat someone’s untouched cheeseburger. ”
    at least you admit it

  3. sYk says:

    “If I had been at the diner on West 14th Street where sonn got his wig peeled you can believe I would have been the one maniac looking to eat someone’s untouched cheeseburger”

    ^ LOLz

    word…tips too…

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