Wow. That awkward moment when you hear them sleazy-talking about you right before you’re released, only to catch them slipping (by accident through the backdoor nonetheless) when you go and pick up your property. This was the entrance right? Only one I know.
Took me on a joyride for nothing and the bammas ate my groceries! I was right in the middle of buying some chicken thighs! They got that and my just-bought beets from the farmers market that I was looking forward to trying in my blender.
In the Howard University dental office, they were dogging me about getting my pain killers after sitting and stretching me out since Saturday afternoon. Should’ve been no charge!
And I was right in the middle of trying to make a back therapy session when it all started and occurred, huh? They only aggravated the injury that they caused in the first place.
I really think they were totally after my intellectual property that I’ve been carrying with me everywhere! It twas the only way to separate it from me and the way they been stalling on my new book at Xlibris Publishing.
I totally feel tainted and I had to be able to accept and let that feeling go if my carefully guarded new material was tampered with, as a part of life! That good and evil, great and best, Bud Bowl defense offense cause it was cut pretty close! I could hear them campaigning to keep me.
I also thought of Putin while sitting in that roach-infested cell and how I would pray to God that he take home with him all the corruption and wicked evilness I was hearing and being subjected to. It would have to come reign down from on high, like a presidential pardon or nuke.
So thanks to Cruz, who totally let my witness walk on by while being detained and only half way listening to my story, thinking it was regular ho-hum instead of some wickedly cleverly disguised vengeful spiteful, malice-laced plan.
And I’ll leave the rest of those details right there, but the young brother cop was definitely giving me a heads up as to my perishables beforehand, letting me know they were about to take me on an unnecessary joyride.
But I was at least still looking forward to my beets though!
Oh, them beets, as well as them beats by DJ Shakim.
What do I hear in the background here? A call for the details, huh? The saga continues.
