I sauntered into the mall in company of Fatz while the rest of my
riotous crew remained in the beat-up, overdriven
Mercedes(230)-flatboot, taking slugs from the emptying bottle of Jack
Daniels and slurring along to an indecently loud track from The
DoggPound's latest.
Okay, i'm not in any way implying we were a public menace, no, far
from it. The atmosphere this day just could not be controlled, we had
come into a large sum of money, we just needed to have a blast.
I would like you to meet my friends, and that's really a privilege.
There's Fatz with whom I swaggered into the mall, 5feet-11inches of
large bones and thick flesh, the guy is built like a prizefighter,
imposingly massive, a large nose taking away forty-percent of a kindly
facial feature embedded with soft eyes, bushy eyebrows, a square chin
lost behind not so close-cropped sideburns and silky beards, big lips
betraying a hint of mischievous amusement, a hairy (and I mean hairy)
body all thrown in to make this handsome hunk of towering mass.
There's Akanimo, (Blinkaz) this guy holds the record blink-time in one
minute...and that's when you're about to get conned, he packs a lean
but toned body from his daily 'coils, bench-presses, etc', and his
dark hawk-like features affords him a predatory air that is often his
weapon of offence and defence.
There's Alex, original fine-boy-no-pimples, light skinned, trim body,
close cropped beards, smart dresser and dancer, the real dandy.
And then there's me...
