A random who often shouts out at Mango in Darwin CBD during the day: "Bro! Mango!" has found no love from me, after trying for 20 minutes to get me to pay for a drink.
I am dumb, but wasn't born yesterday.
I won't even buy a drink for a random chick I like.
Nah, after an hour of carrying-on about his connections, and telling me I didn't have permission to publish his photo any more, here we are.
All "the family" in the world who 'f*cks people up' won't stop the Mango from publishing.
He was drinking Cruisers with backpackers when I arrived.
He just got another drink paid for by a young white group as I write this at the bar right now.
When I stopped talking to him and he proper understood, he starts saying: "You don't have my permission to run that photo".
I don't need permission. I am The Mango Inquirer.
