There's some shit some of you niggas need to get straight, especially if you have not had the wonderment that is growing up in and living in a vibrant city like London, England.
I went out for a cheese pastie once, the fucking bagel shop didn't have my fave bagel in it, so I ended up taking a left turn in to hell. Let me tell you what I found. At Five Fucking Thirty in the afternoon on the Dalston High road.
First of all, it was the smell that hit me. Like Flesh, but worse. Being a vegetarian made this 'smell' more pronounced. The place was dank and dark. Musty and mouldy.
And then as I set my eyes below on what was on the first counter in front of the till - egads man! That's a fucking dried monkey! And it was. I tried to act all cool, saying, so, er, what is that actually there? it smells very nice, perhaps I could buy some? It had eyes still looking out from under its cellophane wrapped tomb. And they weren't looking in the same direction! Let's just leave it at that.
The absolute state (smell) of the place!
There were several other smaller animals. Obviously, there was no fucking way I was getting a fucking Cheese Sandwich in here.
They had 'jerky' - dried meat! Strips of it. Flagrantly hanging above the counter. Still, it was the shit that was wrapped up in plastic that bothered me. It was monkey. Or worse...
The smaller animals were also quite concerning. Some looked like fucking bats!
This is in Hackney, East London, one of the greatest cities in the free world.
I never got my cheese sammich. Safe to say I bought nothing in there. It was an abomination.
This is in the 21st Century.
It doesn't surprise me to see an outburst of monkey pox or even fucking ebola.
What surprises me is that it took so long.