Dear Diary,
This is Just Ice Holding telling you how things turned out in that matter, when that bully Bay-Zil insulted me on the bench and refused to apologise. He was always a punk, Dear Diary. He was especially a punk in law school, when Sing ran him around the campus with a broken bottle. He didn’t think the country-boy Sing would stand up to his bullying!
Like all bullies, Dear Diary, Bay-Zil is a coward with low self-esteem. But Bay-Zil has good reason for his low self-esteem: the man is such a dunce!! He makes up for his ignorance by dressing sharp and throwing his weight around. While Pressie couldn’t fire him (he’s the CHAIR, dear diary!!), he forced him to accept he was a dunce. How could he accept he needed FIVE old lawyers to help him? But back to the matter in court.
“I knew Bay-Zil would never apologise to me, Dear Diary, but time is longer than twine; he will get what’s coming to him. Whenever I see him I think of the old Slickers reggae hit from “The Harder they Come”.
Walking down the road/ With your pistol in your waist/ Bay-Zil you’re too bad
Walking down the road/ With your ratchet in your waist/ Bay-Zil you’re too bad
You’re just robbing and you’re stabbing and you’re looting and you’re shooting
Now you’re too bad/ You’re just robbing and you’re stabbing and you’re looting and you’re shooting
Now you’re too bad
One of these days/ When you hear a voice say come/ Where you gonna run to
One of these days/ When you hear a voice say come/ Where you gonna run to
You’re gonna run to the rock for rescue/ There will be no rock/ You’re gonna run to the rock for rescue
There will be no rock”
As his friend Feel-Licks would say, “Right, Bannuh??”
