“But I Was Jammin’ Tho!”
Imagine this position, you’re feeling fly as hell on a good day thinking that your car is just smooth and clean, that nobody can really touch you because you’re probably going over to a chick’s house and put it down. Not to mention, you’re feeling kind of “G’d” up so you push in your favorite cassette, and just ride.
Then you hear the cops come a knockin’ and you wonder just what the fuck did I do. Was it because I was driving while black? Is it because I was feeling so tight behind the wheel I didn’t notice the speed limit? Or was it because the cop is simply a hater, saw me noddin’ my head to my music and wanted to impede my jam session?
Well apparently, while you think you should have had something and you felt like you should have told the cop off, remember – he’s always strapped. Whether it be a taser or a gun, and he’ll find some dumb reason to grab your ass behind the wheel on some trumped up charges. Word to Skip Gates.
But as he writes your b.s. ticket, you simply mutter how much of a jerk he is under your breath, start your car again and try not to have the rest of the day end in fuckery.
That is – if you’re a captain.
Brando
EIC of Day & A Dream, Brando has written for such publications as DJ Booth, Refined Hype & the Houston Press. Wrestling enthusiast, sneaker addict, sports junkie and certified cake eater. Follow him on Twitter: @_brandoc
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