Sup /o/

I learned last night what it feels like to have two cops pull guns on you. Here comes a cool story, br/o/s.

Last night I'm at the laundromat with about half a dozen other people. I was in the "good" area of town where the laundromat is filled with white college students and not mexican or black families consisting of "Lets go on a fieldtrip to the laundromat and be loud and tear shit up" parents and their crotchfruit.

So I just put my laundry in the dryer when I decide to go out and do some cleaning in the van. It's not bad, but I go over everything in there about once a week (scrubbing everything down, rearranging things to make more room in the pantry to buy more food, etc) when a black woman and her five year old kid come up to me and try to get my attention.