I'm editing my post right now at the top of the post. ok. here's the deal. shit happened to me with the boegs that I'll discuss even tho I wasn't planning on saying shit on the siccness, plus I'm over as fuck off some privilege, a blunt, some heem & corona's, so on damn near every word I spell I mispell shit so I have to retype it & delete it cuz I'm a perfectonist and now I'm rambling and I wanna smoke a blunt so let me finish..........
fuck saying the word nigga no matter what race you are. I hold black people that say nigga at a much lower level of respect that I hold any other race that says nigga.
for me shit goes like this:
if you black you should already know what kind of word that is and should NEVER say it based on what it means. you're degrading not only yourself but who you're calling nigga.
if you asian you're hella trendy.
if you white then either you're trying to be black (or like your idol who's black) or you were growing up in an environment around hella black foos that hella said nigga in everyday vocab and you figured it'd be coo
if you latin then its a kinda different thing. y'all use it to be trendy but y'all ancestors also went thru shit that was almost as brutal as black people. but then again y'all don't really like black folk anyways
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ok, on to the boeg story
or stories!!!!!! :dead:
so on friday I was leaving work (in the residential sunset district of sf) and as I'm walking to the car I'm talking to a cingular rep trying to get the tracking number off the phone that's taking hella long to get here after I ordered it hella long ago
but as I'm walking to the car I see a car that looks like some unders and they pass me going up the block as I getting in my car. I get the tracking number of the package, pull out my laptop and try to connect to the internet and as its powering up I see the same car come past me the other way and pull into the driveway behind me.
now right there I'm already trippin cuz I'm sitting there with the car running, no insurance, and I my license suspended
an officer walks up to the passenger window and I roll down the window and start talking to him. he asks me what I'm doing there and if I knew that since the car is registered in my name they know that my license is suspended and I live in oakland what am I doing out there. as I'm answering the other cop opens the door, pulls me out and puts me in handcuffs. :dead: december 22nd, I got tickets to LA and I'm bout to get my car towed and spend christmas in a fucking cell
they search my car and are extremeley intigued by my backpack that "smells like some really good shit"
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luckily I smoked the last of my grandaddy the night before, but it still stank.
the officer asked if I had a cannibus card, I said no.
the officer asked again if I had a cannibus card, and I got confused and didn't say shit.
the officer asked again if I had a cannibus card, and I said yeah, then the other officer searched my laptop (wtf?!!?!!!?!!??!) and after both of them asking me if it was mine HELLA FUCKING TIMES then seeing hella pictures of my son and seeing all his toys in the backseat they let me go.....
wtf?!?!?!?!!??!?!
and the nerve of the fucking porker to say while I'm in handcuffs "you might've gotten letten go if you werent an A's (I had an oakland A's hat on like usual) and raider's fan (I got a raider's ball on my antennae) we would've let you go"
THIS IS WHY I HATE FUCKING SF FANS!!!!!!@@@?@??!!??!?!@?!!!@?!!!!@?!?#$??@!!!!!!
the only good thing about san francisco is it's my initials & my son's intials; "
SF"
lol.........then call me back to the car and say "you do have someone picking you up, right..............?..........................."
and I'm thinking "fuck, everyone I know is in the east bay and they'll have to take bart then the muni and deal with hella bullshit just to pick me up and I'll have to compensate them and all that good shit and I need to find people who know how to drive a stick cuz I can't just let anyone drive my car....."
and then the cop says "you
do have someone picking you up,
right?........same as the cannibus card" and I'm like "yeah"
and I was hella sober when that happened
and I'm hella over now, but I'm bout to smoke again
after I tell what happened
THE VERY NEXT FUCKING NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
after a party where I was supposed to meet my friend at his house, but I was late so we met at the party, as I was on my way to his house after the party, I'm waiting to make a left at the left turn lane signal and a cop comes up and is about to make a right on the street. at this point I'm heading in the direction he's leaving, but I already know he's gonna fuck with me
:ermm:
so my arrow turns green and I make the left and and just watching in my rearview as this fucking porker busts a bitch and puts his lights onto me FOR NO FUCKING REASON!!!!!!!!!! so I'm like fuck that, I'm this close to my potnas house (a block-ish away) I'm gonna go there and pull over there in his driveway in case
THIS OFFICER decides to take me in for the holidays. well he took my ID and went back to his car and comes back and asks me why I pulled this way. as I'm thinking "fuck, I'm bout to lose $ on the 8th I just bought thats in the car when they take me to jail" they say "why did you pull over here on this side" (the left side of the block)
I'm going to my friends house who lives here.
"which one is his car?" I point to it
"who owns the house?" I tell them & point to their car, knowing that I have more illicit drugs in my car than they have in their entire residence
"you know you're driving on a suspended license, right?" yeah
then he gives me back the L's and walks away and I'm like FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK
I need to go smoke a blunt now, that brought up hella emotions
j/k
but seriously, I need a blunt
