Yea, I'm calling you out.
Half black/half white, total hipster loser wanna-be, camo color jacket, tall and skinny. On EP between Classon and Franklin, on the south side, letting your pretty little girly dog poop and walk away like it never happened.
You're a douche.
Yes, I called you out. Yes, you actually told me to "mind my own business."
Yes, you were across the parkway so there wasn't much I could do on the spot (among other snarks, telling you that 'yes, I AM minding my business'), but I just want you to know...
I know you. and I'm calling you out EVERY TIME I SEE YOU.
See, you ARE the piece of crap you left on the greenbelt and I'ma make sure everyone knows it.
Fuck you very much.