I was cruising the seedy project section of the city when I came upon a handwash joint on the side of the road. So I say what the f cause I seem to get along well with the brothers. I pull in and this girl with meth mouth asks me how I'm doing and I say not worth a shit but I could be dead so I guess I'm ok. She smiles or tries to smile as best she can and asks me what I want done to my caprice and i say everything but don't put armor all on the steering wheel. She says ok. So I'm sitting there talking to Joe Johnsons grandpa and all of a sudden I hear a commotion and look over to see this guy bent over in my back seat yelling at his boss. It seems he has found a couple of half pints of vodka that I use to take the edge off of my day. The guy yelling looks at me like he's about to cry and his hair is wild looking like bill Murray in that bowling movie with woody harrelson. Come to find out the place is a work joint for a drug and alcohol rehab. Court ordered deal. So I say I'm sorry and felt very embarrassed. The boss tells me its ok but to hide it so I stick it under some stuff in the back and go sit back down all the while the druggies are staring at me like I'm the criminal. They finish my car and I say goodbye to the hoodrat I met and give her my card.
Well the skyy is gone now and I'm pissed off. One of those hypocrites stole my blue bottles.
Well the skyy is gone now and I'm pissed off. One of those hypocrites stole my blue bottles.
