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| Big Pimpin Spending Cheese |
Well at first it wasn't exactly all fun for me. I had an enormous adrenaline rush because i believed in my mind that everything around me was placed there for a reason - for me to own it. I like nice clothes, good food, and a good life and that's what was basically given to me. I was running around neighbourhoods having thoughts of being followed everywhere i went. Now for the average shrink or reader, one might think it was just a mental disorder, but i would argue that it was half and half, the other half being reality. Because lets be honest here, its not common for streets to be FILLED and i mean only packed with cars of your choice and people walking up to you with bags of money (Or whatever you desired). The only problem with living large is paying taxes and the fucking government. I, on the other hand, am just an 18 year old with no current job so the only way i was caught was being charged ( and that's an exaggeration, i got Scott free because i actually didn't do anything) with siphoning gas, breaking into cars, and hopping on motor bikes. The picture i attached pretty much summed up what i was seeing. In the end however i was put in a holding cell by two fat fucking idiot pigs who didn't know shit about the law. They refused me a lawyer! medical attention! right to a phone call and the list goes on. After I was out of there, boy did i love seeing the faces on those two fat cops who were gonna go to their own jail. After the next morning i was released that's when i started hopping on all those bikes and cars ( sorry for going back and forward ) and right after that I was arrested ( or charged , whatever the fuck they say ) for nothing again, and transferred to a different jail. But boy this wasn't over yet!
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