One time I was taking a relaxed stroll through South Central L.A., on the kind of street where you really got to be checkin' your back. And as I turn on the most decrepit graffiti filled dangerous ghetto street, where there's always a few shady guys on the front stairs of the projects staring at you silently as you go by, and gunshots are often heard coming from the nearby alleys. You can sometimes feel the hair on the back of you neck rise as they keep their hostile eyes on you.
Anyway, so I pass by this particularly bad section of the area. It is around 1 o'clock at night. And right there in the middle of the street, like it's from outer space, there's a HUGE-ASS sparkly Hummer limousine. Like a thin white loaf of luxury, shat from the G-Funk heavens right in the worst part of the violent human gutter that is South Central.
Now I didn't have any part of it, but I'm convinced there was something sketchy going on...
And there's a good chance that the sketchy shit was wrapped in fur.