the first step is to admit you have a problem

i went out drinking last night. I brought along the concealed weapons badge. Im flashing it at the gas station when i pull out my credit card to buy my dinner of beer and beef jerky. They can’t read what it says, they just see the badge.

Now nothing scares black people more then a really young, drunk, white cop. Or someone they think is a cop.  I am going to get murdered with a icepick in a exxon parking lot. I think im going to give it to Eric next time i see him and tell him to watch it for me for a bit. Drinking in public + badge = impersonating a police officer = rape at 201

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