On the bus again

Fords can lick my buttery balls, my car broke down on the way to Mountain High last week. So I'm left to take public transit which isn't my bag. Not for a clean cut pseudo-caucasion gentleman as myself. Last time i took the bus I had to sit in the back with a bunch of black people who were holding 40's in brown bags and freestyling. It was as if Rosa Park's karma rose from the grave and decided to fuck with my life. I feel self-conscious around black people. As I was leaving the bus one of the black people looked at me and asked him to throw his 40 ounce away. So what'd I do? I took it and said, "yessah mastah" and didn't look him in the eye. No I didn't but that would have been funny I probably would have been shot or stabbed.

I love black people though. I just think it'd be cool if like, instead of walking in on a bunch of them freestyling I could rather walk in on a bunch of them reciting poetry. Freestyle poetry. And instead of them rapping about chicken-heads eatin their meat and blowing loads in some bitch's eye they'd talk about how some girl's hair glistens nicely in the moonlight. Or instead of rapping about killing cops and selling cocaine, they'd drop some narrative verse about a poor farmer who stole bread to feed his family because the crop wasn't good that year but the government didn't provide subsidaries. Something a bit more down to earth. And I know rapping is poetry too but don't give me that, you know what i mean.

Hopefully today was the only day I had to take the bus to school. I miss my car. My poor 94 explorer is sitting out in the boonies near Wrightwood freezing it's ass off because It'd cost too much to tow over here. I fear if I keep taking the bus, I will lose my life..