A few months ago I was out in midtown, NYC with a buddy from Long Island and had a run in with a full fledged guido. We bumped into each other, as NYC can be crowded, especially around times square or penn station. Well anyway, I was wearing a white t-shirt and noticed he left some skid marks on it. I was like "dude wtf" and he apolgized then I was like "dude wtf" and pointed at my shoulder and his face went from orange to red.
He then proceeded to tell me some lie that he was just coming from a tv show and they put hella makeup on him. I said I understood but told him he owed me and my friend a drink. He agreed saying he was stressed out from filming the show and bought us a couple drinks.
As it turned he was a cool guy. I wouldn't ever hang out with him or be friends with him but he was slightly better than your average bum. He told me how he went tanning to get girls and worked out a lot and what not. I asked him for hair tips and he declined to give me the secret to his razor sharp spikes. The visit concluded with hard fist pound and we went our separate ways. He tripped on his handbag while walking out the door, while three girls from Arizona laughed hysterically.-John M.