I love freaking out squares by pulling up to the gradeschool blasting my old Fat Joe Da Gangsta CD.

“Is that a movie star or just the head of a powerful criminal organization?”

When we get out they’re all, “But he’s got a little girl with him! Is he CRAZY!?”

At least they might be like that if the music was actually loud and also if I didn’t mute the volume every time I remember a bad word is coming up.