Close Encounters of the Ghetto Kind

Close Encounters of the Ghetto Kind

Two Tuesdays ago, I was with my dad in Missouri, we had just gotten back from Arkansas, and we stopped near St. Louis at a Wendy’s, because we were starving, and it was almost 9pm. So I’m sitting, minding my own business, eating my chicken nuggets, when something happens that almost makes me choke on one of em.

First, a skinny black guy and a short white guy with brown hair walk in. Of course, I don’t think to much of it. Then a really tall lanky blond guy walks in, followed by another tall blond guy… guess which one I about choked over. That’s right, the second one.

I swear to God, it was our very own Nickolas Ghetto-Ass Carter. And dammit, if it wasn’t, girls, there’s still a chance of getting with a guy as good looking as him. I swear, I musta stared for like, 2 minutes before I realized I was doing it. I was pissed, though, cuz I only got to see his face for like, 30 seconds total. I know, a lot of you are probably thinking, “well, since you only got to see his face for that long, how are you so sure it was him?!?” Here’s why:

He had on blue shorts, a white wifebeater, and a white baseball hat, similar to this picture:

From what I could see, his hair was slightly buzzed in the back, which would be right, considering his current style. It was brownish blond. I also saw what looked like a shark tattoo on his back left shoulder. From where I was sitting, all I saw was something big blue, and curved like the shark. I saw the tip of something on the right side, which could have been the music note, but from the angle he was standing, the shark was the clearest.

Some of you are probably wondering, that since I had such a great view, what about his ass… Yes, I was looking, and YES, it was Ghetto. Fuck, what do you think I’d be doing with a view like that? Lookin at his shoes? Oh yeah, They were Nike.

And now, the reason I’m pissed off. I was so shocked to see him or that great of a look alike, that I could hardly talk. Like I said, I almost choked on my chicken. And I’m also a major wuss. I wanted to get up and see up close if it was really him, but I was glued to my seat. Sorry. It’s not every day that you see a possible celebrity in a Wendy’s. I mean, when I met Tom Green, I was spazzin bad enough. Luckily, I had Joey there with me. She saved me, probably. Unfortunatly, all I had with me this time was the Prophet (my dad).

I aplogize, everyone. Next time I'll hump his leg or something...