Riding Dirty

So..

I pull outta work tonight and I'm heading north on Jupiter. Windows down. Radio up. I'm cruising 40mph which is the posted speed limit, minding my own. I see some headlights in the turn lane in front of me and I'm not thinking anything of it, but as I pass by I notice it's the police. A white Dodge Charger with a blue stripe.. It's Richardson PD. Some of you reading this might not know the feeling I'm bout to describe cause you know.. Your white or on some too goodie 2 shoes, hall monitor type shit..

But..

My

Heart

Drops...

Because he flips on me.. I'm thinking I'm bout to get pulled over. I turn the radio down, grip my steering wheel and check my mirrors..

My heart is beating pretty quick and I'm running scenario's through my mind and just as a bead of sweat starts to form on my brow...... It hits me, like a Rock Bottom from Dwayne Johnson...

I'm driving my new '05 Acura TL, that's in my name.

It's Insured.

I have a Driver's License.

I don't need a scenario or an excuse or a mothafuckin' thing. I am a goddamn normal fucktioning member of society..

So as he passes me on the driver's side, with my window's down he sees me and I'm smiling, I'm smiling like I just got some fresh uncharted pussy. You know that feeling, that feeling of success. As he stares me down, I throw one finger off the steering wheel. Not two fingers, one finger, and when he gives me a waive back I start laughing cause I sure as fuck ain't wearing my safe belt..

Fuck you cop. I'm still riding dirty..

LOLOLOL..

-veg