"Get the fuck away. I can't take one more day."-Aaron Lewis
This has been a terrible fucking day.
Stopped by the fucking pigs three times.
I wake up late, go to the train station and there we go, encounter number one.
I'm just walking and here the fucking cops go, checking my bag and going through my pockets and pouring all my stuff out onto the table they had set up.
So, when they're all through harrassing me, they just leave my stuff on the table and I have to pick it up. And the fucking sarcasim: "Have a nice day.," is what the mother fuckers told me.
Pissed, I go up to the platform and wait for my train. Remember, I had woken up late as it was already.
So finally, after fifteen minutes, the train comes and I get on.
A few minutes later, I get off at my stop, I start walking and all of a sudden, I hear "Hey you, come here."
I turn around and it's two new cops in their squad car. Their hands on their guns this time.
I said, "What's the problem?" and one of them go, "No one said to speak." and at this point, I'm like, "What the fuck...." (I didn't say it because I didn't want any bullets in my chest.)
And they just look over at me for three or four minutes and I look back at them, wondering what it was that they wanted and then they just drove off. Didn't tell me what they wanted or anything. They just drove off.
Now, I get into school, finally. I walk in and the security guards just make my day go down, even further.
I'm just getting into the school and here they go with the lateness lectures and the threats to kick me out if I was late again this week and all this other crap. And then on top of that shit, this fucking pencil pushing assistant comes over and starts bugging me about a letter I had to get signed by my parents and in the meantime, they're making me even more late.
And I'm standing there like, "What. The. Fuck?"
And then, I start walking up the stairs and the fucking security guard calls me down again. This time, I had to swipe my card at the desk. This place fucking kills me. They make it seem like I'm getting aboard the fucking S.H.I.E.L.D Hellicarrier or some shit. I hate these fucking people.
And now that I've gotten through their "Almighty" doors (They are so full of themselves.) and into the school,
I've gotta deal with their work.
Never in my life have I seen anything like this place. They are SO bias and SO into their own things and it's quite sickning. This place is so close minded.
After seven hours, I got out and by that time, I was depressed.
I noticed how much of the day had passed and how I was stuck in that school as all those hours passed by me. It hurt, especially since none of this was my idea in the first place.
Surprisingly, when I got out, my brother was there waiting for me.
So we get to the train station and here we fucking go again. More heat.
So the cop calls me over after I went through the turnstiles and here he fucking goes insulting me about how big I am and how I don't look sixteen and then here he goes asking me for ID and all this worthless bullshit and I'm just at wits end by this point. But the thing that kills me is that the whole time he's insulting me and harrassing me, he had his hand on his gun.
This is why I'm always pissed off when I see a fucking blue uniform.
I hate the fucking cops. My whole fucking life, I've had to deal with this stupid shit. FUCK!
And it's not fucking funny. I don't see why people always laugh and find it funny when I get fucking red with anger when I see a cop.
I'm so filled with animosity....
I hate this fucking WORLD!
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