Thugz of a Life Time

When my partner in crime and I used to tax. My sister said to me apply for a job where she was working at. It was the Buy Low Foods. They sold groceries and goods. I got called in for an interview. I dressed up nice and took a resume with me. After standing downstairs a cashier came and said I’ll take your resume from me. I said what about the interview. She said we’ll call you some time in a few. I left and after work when my sister got home. She told my mom that I had taxed the manager for his cell phone and more. He recognized me from upstairs. My mom got even more mad. Until this day I don’t remember taxing any Fijian lad. My voices say either my memory is wiped off. Or it’s Lord Shiva as me and Lord Vishnu as my partner in crime taxing the manager. Which to me is hot shit. Hinduism do say God comes to earth from time to time. And for us we have to be the thugs of a life time. Thug luv.