"Hey faggot with the camera!" The dark hair guy said.
"Nice trench coat. Fucking freak." The blond one said.
I turned to them and said,
"Why don't you go back to Harlem avenue and waste gas money cruising instead of bothering us down here."
"What?" The dark haired one said pushing me.
"Hey, we should take his camera." The blond one said sounding like an oaf.
Just as things were about to escalate, and I was going to either hold my ground or run, a familiar voice came out from one of the building's doorways.
"Hey cracker, why you be fuckin' with New Wave Dave over here?" Chicago said.
"Hey fuck you ni-" The blond one started to say until...
"Best not say that word muthafucka!" Bubsy said as he put the blond guy in a choke hold.
"Hey don't hurt him!" Said the dark haired guy.
"Ok. How's bout I hurt you." Chicago said as he sucker punched him.
"Get the fuck out this neighborhood. If I catch you messing with New Wave Dave or anyone else around here, me and my crew will do a lot more to you!" Bubsy said.
Bubsy released the guy from the choke hold and both of them booked down School Street. I felt a sense of relief. I was slightly shaking from it all.It looked like Bubsy and Chicago gave those two quite a scare.
"You okay man?' Bubsy asked.
"Yeah. Thanks." I said.
"Bubs, those two looked stupid! What kind of cracker shit were they wearing?" Chicago asked.
"Cavariccis. They look like they're Harlem cruisers. Shitheads that hang out in my neck of the woods." I explained.
"Well, unless they crazy, I don't think they'll be back." Bubsy said.
"Thanks again ." I said.
"No problem." Bubsy said giving me an up down fist bump before they both went back to the spot where they were drinking.
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