I would so walk up behind all those hot bent over (
female!) zombie junkies on Kens Ave and fuck 'em doggystyle right there on the kerb, raw, no pulling out..
J/K
I always pull out.
Seriously though.. what's the story? I find these Kensington Ave vids and the people there (including the non-junkies) so fucking weird.
How do you see a hot homeless woman off her face hunched over by the side of the road and not ask her if she's okay or wants a drink or place to stay at...? Are the men scared of being stabbed with a knife or needle by them or something? Are the women so far gone, completely and permanently brain-fried?
Why do so many of them stand there bent over like they're waiting for someone to assfuck 'em Sly should make another Rocky movie and make it all about helping the junkies of Kensington Avenue.
Marie: Why bother trying to help them, Rock?
Rocky: Ey yo, Marie, listen. I don't expect you to understand.. but, Philly is my life. My world. I owe Philly everything, you know. This is where I met Adrian. Where Mick turned me into the champion of the
world, Marie! I can't jus forget it all, let it go, not want to give back and help my people.. because I'm a
fighter! Fighting is what I do. I was down, hit rock bottom like them, all alone, I know what it's like. It ain't too great. But it ain't about how great you're hit. It's about how great it is to be hit and keep moving forward! Or something like that I forget now.
Marie:
Rocky: Yo you see where that bent over guy is with the shit stains? That's where I first sang for Adrian. I'll sing it for you now.. "Do do doo do". Ey yo remember when yous was a kid and I said to you
Marie: YEEESSSS Rock, YES ffs! You've told me a million times.
Rocky: Ey yo Marie, that's not very nice, you know? I'm a tough guy but on the inside that hurts, you know? It ain't right.
Hell yeh. I could listen to Rocky talk about anything - all day - every day.