Racial profiling...

After a night of heavy drinking...the "po-po" decided to pull me over. The illegal act was not running a stop sign. It was not running another stop sign along the same street. It was not running a red light. It must have been listening to my ipod to the tune of Beat It by Michael Jackson and laughing.

I handed her my license and insurance. She says to me, "this license is expired". I said, "nah check the back". In my head, I was like turn that bitch over bitch. lol. She left and came back and asked the year the car was made and let me go. I should have been like happy, but I got mad. There was no legitimate reason for being pulled over. Just cause I was driving at night in a mexican area of Chicago. Que puta madre!!