Crypt at Starbucks

So two days ago I wrote about BLOODS getting into Starbucks chain. Behind the scenes, I knew that they would come in and not order a thing. Well, it is 1:11 PM and a high CRYPT just walked in and is sitting in the comfy seats. He is playing with his phone. One man who I guessed as British down low royalty had to just get up and leave, but not before he sent some very choice telepathy. Then there is another table with a man and woman who have been here for a while and they exited too. In walks in a fix it man with all his tools. Can I play? Can I play? Scenes unfold very publically if you just watch and record in your memory. This gang member is not a threat to me. He is more of a threat to himself. Hommie don't know how Caucasians, Latinos, and Somalis roll. I am laughing because people are warned to not get too close to the space heater at The Vikings game tailgate party, but they hold their peacock bootie right up to the "flame". Stupid is as stupid does. At least that man who burned his "tailfeathers" was drinking. This man in here has no excuse. Come on MR crew, tunnel through and prove to this man how SMART you all really are, ESPECIALLY about the "discipline" of Satanism...As soon as I wrote that he RAN out of Starbucks.