I don’t know who I am sometimes, it’s kind of odd.
I type this as I wait for my wife who is finishing up a doctors appointment.
I told her I’ll go get gas while you’re being seen.
I pull in, three nigguhs posted in an old shitty car bullshitting.
I automatically have my hand on my gun in my vest pocket, finger on the trigger guard pointed slightly up for a quick shot.
One dude approaches me asking for a few bucks for gas.
I am wearing Burberry, loubitins, rolex, diamond ring, driving a black AMG GT.
I immediately say I’m good bitch.
I don’t know why said that.
He looked surprised.
He went back to his homies, they pulled off real slow, I am ready for anything.
They keep rolling.
I got back in my car, pulled out and got back to the doctors office.
Are we all just animals prone to violence like dex suggests?
Do you have an alter ego?
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