Socket, Crystal, Judge

“So the cop’s got my arms twisted behind my back and I’m like ‘Hey! You’re gonna pop the socket!’ but does he let up? Hell nah. He just starts mouthing off, and you know that I’d’ve taken a crack at that wise ass but there’s me bent over the car and I’m thinking ‘You gonna buy me flowers when we’re done here?’. Geez!

“Next day I’m in front of the judge and she’s telling me how she only wants the truth from me, ‘clear’? And I say ‘crystal’. So she asks me everything and I say nothing.”

*Shrug*

“Thug’s life.”