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Air Horns & Prostitutes Event Date: June, 2008 Written Date: January 10, 2010 One night Smack and I were driving around trying to find something to do. It was nearing midnight, but no matter what we did, we couldn't find anything to entertain ourselves. We decided to head down to the 24 hour super center to walk around and see if there was anything we could buy just to have when we saw it - an air horn. After our purchases, we set out on a mission to find a way to use them, and that's when fate brought us onto Central Avenue. We see about a half of a mile ahead of us a prostitute. With grins on our faces and our eyes set for the target, Smack pulls along side of her as I unrolled my window.
Prostitute: Hey boys, $20 a blow job, and $50 to fuck...that's for the both of ya And she kept talking. What she didn't realize is that I had reached into the back seat and grabbed the air horn. I positioned it right under the window, below her head, and looked at Smack. Smack was laughing and mouthed "Do it". So I did it. The prostitute jumped and hit her head on the roof of the car. She stumbled back a step or two and tripped over the curb and landed face first onto the sidewalk. Smack and I were in hysterics. The prostitute got up after a few minutes and started yelling at us. As idiocy sunk in, she stuck her head back through the window and started threatening us. The air horn went off again, with the same results. This time I started rolling up the window and she was threatening to call the cops on us. What she didn't know was that there was a police cruiser heading our direction from down the street. We decided to beat feet and went down some side roads. We made our loop around and went back to Central Ave. and saw her getting cuffed and stuffed into the back seat of the cruiser. We drove by and Smack honked his horn while I waved with a smile.
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