It was all fuckin' bad, tall tees, grills, stunna shades, fried chicken and watermelon, you know, black people shit. I saw bullet there, he was sitting in the corner with his hands over his ears rocking back and forth mouthing the words "why lord why". He was the only guy in creased up dickies and a button downed shirt that said "real mexican" on the back. He lost his sombrero half way though the night.