-My car couldn’t get fixed without signing up for a dodgy lease.
-I sliced my finger open. (see my latest mix to see for yourself)
-I still haven’t earned my first blue belt stripe in Jiujitsu. (It’s a lot of bodily memorization.)
-I had to buy new insurance, and I have a spotty driving record.
-My rent is going up.
BUT, today I got tailed by a cop with a roach in my car and he followed me ALL the way to Starbucks. I spotted him RIGHT as “2 tickets to paradise” started playing in my new mix. He followed me all the way to the drive through Starbucks. He was probably on a coffee break. I bet it was more worth it to him to get some joe, rather than pull me over. I kept calm and got my short latte with him behind me in line. As soon as I got my order I safely, and slowly drove home, PRAISING THE GODS that his light didn’t start flashing. I thought for sure the full half mile I was gunna lose my license on a Doo-Wee. My car reaked of weed. Phew. Paranoia-Town, I don’t want to visit you ever again!