i HEART the mod squad

a few nights ago, as mark, jessie, and i were walking into one of atlanta's finest establishments, green's liquor store, some guy tried stopping us to talk. "wait..the mod squad, hey! mod squad, you guys-wait, you..." but we didn't let him finish. i thought he was a bum asking for money. then i quickly changed my mind thinking he was a drunk just wanting some booze. a split second later i decided he was some nice guy that thought we were cool. it didn't matter. because we were too cool, and by that time we were already inside, thinking of nothing but ourselves...