I’m not sure if you all know this, but I went to Fordham University in the Bronx. I got followed a lot in college. What would usually happen was that someone would follow me, then they would tell me to stop. And since they had a gun or a knife and I only ever had like, seven dollars, I would give it to them. And I make it sound like it was all nonchalant but it wasn’t. It was scary as hell.
And since it was always around the corner of Webster Avenue and Fordham Road, it was never quiet. There were trains and guns and cars and rap music and drunk students and it was never that deserted…lonely footseps way. But I’m not sure if I would be as afraid of the quiet one. I don’t think you can mug someone with a shoe.
I always feel like I’m being followed in parking lots!
following is the new thing
This post and vange’s post directly below go hand in hand.
After watching this, I think I’ll go follow an old lady around the Metro parking lot and see how long it takes her to whap me with her purse.
Captain America love it being followed.
THEY THINK SOMEBODY NEEDS A BLOWJOB OR SO…………
I know a whole bunch of guys who like to be followed, millions of people 🙂 We call those guys “Twitter guys” 🙂
I was expecting a scary pop up thing to scare the hell out of me…..what the hell?!?!
Now to go follow some random people around a parking lot or something…….
I am not a good follower. I also don’t seem to get followed either. I must be follow deficient.