# random tough guy in shades at 7pm staring you down as you walk on pass from the local cooperative weakness has won and the tough imagine they rule these streets broody well have them mate they're as empty as your skulls upon seeing one cross over or better yet avoid entirely henry swanson: elvis we're never going out after 5pm ever again there's too many designer holes round here in order to avoid being accosted it seems we're going to have to start looking like some pjcn psycho-jacked cockney nutter paint the image of an ugly hard target on one's face to discourage rando low-watt jerks oh to walk confidently carrying a big martial stick andor roll with a tight rnd crew - move confidently in the midst of such egotistic unceasingly inwardly-absorbed mediocrity // republic of bob