Man, I am hungover today. Last night, I went to the Cardinals game with a group of people. Afterwards, a few of us went to the bars. I remember everything up to the point when we started doing shots. After that, nothing. I woke up in a hotel room and have no idea how I got there.
Anyway, I left the hotel room and headed to the train stop. It was 6:30 AM and I needed to get home and get ready for work.
I didn’t see a machine to purchase tickets so I hopped on the next train without paying. I watched a black woman walk past 8 fellow African-Americans only to stop next to me and ask (ax) for my ticket.
I explained that I could not find a ticket machine and she forced me off the train at the next stop.
While she was writing the ticket, I expressed my curiosity as to how she managed to walk past 8 black people without asking (axing) for their tickets.
She denied my accusation and I asked (axed) if this was her way of sticking it to “Whitey.”
She then asked (axed) if I thought I was funny. I replied, “Yes, actually. I do think I’m funny.”
I took the ticket and scanned it for my own personal amusement. I guess I’ll pay the fine. Otherwise, I’d end up dealing with the Po Po.
Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin.