Incase you all didn’t know, I’m pretty much an open book. So your going to see more and more things I’ll share with the world that the average person probably wouldn’t. I mean yes things are a little censored because this is the internet, but generally I tend to give no fucks when it comes to expressing myself.
Lets begin with how today sucked, but it was supposed to be a good day. Today was the day that I was supposed to get off probation. Yeah, I said probation, I sound like a criminal right? But no, I didn’t assault anyone, get caught selling drugs, or steal anything. I broke the law by taking two shots and driving my car. Long story short, I’m one of the few people who have been convicted of a “Federal DUI” like wtf why is it federal. Thanks effin Park Police. Anyways today was the day to meet the PO to get off probation.
So I get to her office with all my check stubs to “prove that I have been working to better myself and society” and this chick has me waiting for over an hour. Finally I bug the lady in the front to page her to get me and my PO has the nerve to ask the stupidest question I have heard this year. “Do you have an appointment?” Like seriously!? Bish how many people come into your federal probation office without an appointment. Like who the hell goes and checks in with a damn probation officer for the fun of it!? Needless to say she did not have her ducks in a row to file my early termination paperwork, like we discussed last month, but whatever now I have to come back next week. Which is postponing my move to NYC.
That was just the beginning of the fuckery. After that I had to drop my grandfather at his car shop to pick up one of his many cars and that was when I realized another problem. There was a little tiny wire in the side of my tire. Of course, out of curiosity, I pulled at it, and just like murphy’s law intend; Air started shooting out! I quickly re-stuck it back in. The guy at the shop put some glue stud on it but thats just a temporary solution to replacing the super expensive tires that my A6 was purchased with. Damn Perrelli P6 tires!
But wait, the day gets better. And by better I mean the icing on the Phuck Phil cake I was served today. I have a trip to Vegas planned for early tomorrow morning (random, yes, I know). So of course I need a haircut because I can’t be walking around sin city looking like a slave. This is when I realize that my clippers were severely damaged on the way back from Trinidad and Tobago. So like what now? I’m the barber of all my friends and I cut my own hair. I actually haven’t seen the inside of a barbershop since my senior year in high school. Im not even sure how to get a haircut by someone else now. After a long thought process I remembered that I could use my Dads clippers to get ready for my trip. A 45 minute drive later and a few hours with a hand mirror I’m finally ready for vegas! All this damn bad luck I’ve been having better be a good sign for when I land tomorrow morning. Oh yea excuse my language earlier but I hate when stuff doesn’t go as planned.