The Bronx is a weird place sometimes. Ever so often you have people outside making as much noise as possible, music to the roof and fights breaking out all before the sun comes up. But that's not weird, that's normal. Weird is a half naked man walking around at 8am...As I'm walking to the train I see a grown man wearing no shirt, short shorts with his butt cheeks all out in the open, slowly walking passed me. As if there was nothing wrong with what he was wearing. You could see that his balls had Asthma, as tight as his shorts were. I couldn't help but to stare and laugh.
I then get a flash back of a night at a STRANGE place and encountering a guy wearing a similar outfit, dancing with EVERYONE. Someone gave him the nickname Cheeks, you can imagine why they called him that. So I laugh even more and drop coffee on myself. I didn't let it bother me because that really made my day. I guess men showing there butt cheeks is "In" for the moment. Oh Bronx you sure are weird.
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