F*ck this nation where f**king cops can harass you search you and when you ask them what's this about they refuse to tell you as they search your f**king car and rifle through your pockets and why? Cuz you look a certain way?!?
Have you tried not being so hood?
I'm total hood playing Pokemon Go. Seriously thought it's my boyfriend a few weeks ago when we got rolled a few feet from our front door was cuz of him and how he looks. They wouldn't tell us why they rolled up on us only that they saw us in one spot and then another. They did it again to him yesterday. Blocked his car wouldn't tell him why only we saw you on one side of the street and then the other. Oh, what? People are trees now? We can't be seen in two places? We gotta stay put? They were narcos. I used to get knocked by them all the time but back then they'd see me obviously copping. They never saw my boyfriend leave his car nor did they see anyone approach it. Bullcrap absolute bullshit
Recent dreams have been all over the place. A few nights ago I was running from some rednecks that were trying to kill me and my friends.....Who started out black but turned out to be white somewhere in the middle of the dream.......The dream got really weird when my subconscious latched onto the DBZ that was playing in the background and we kicked the rednecks ass with Kamehamehas.
The next day was a weird dream that it seemed I would never wake up from.......I can't even remember all the details, but it was like a prolonged acid trip and an inability to escape the chaos in my mind......I remember there was a dinosaur graveyard, and a homicidal robot.
Last night was the least weird, but the one that bothered me the most. I was back home and my mother stole my car so I couldn't drive it because I was drunk.......I then woke up, and fell back asleep. The dream picked up where it left off kinda.....Now sober, I went to my mother demanding my car keys because I'm not a child and she broke down crying, begging these people (no idea who any of them were) to please not let me drink and whoever can keep me sober get a large wad of money.
Oh, and my leg hurts.....I had a friend die from a blood clot in his leg, and I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. I'm not gonna die, right?
This interview is horribly conducted and filmed, by the way. There's a ton of background noise and you can barely hear the interviewer. Most of the time you can't hear them at all. Genndy is facing off in a random direction. When doing an interview, if the person being interviewed isn't going to face the camera, the interviewer needs to appear onscreen so that it doesn't look like the person being interviewed is looking at nothing.
If you just accept the fact that nothing will ever meet your standards, I think your life would be a lot happier.
Some things do meet my standards. Otherwise I would hate everything, which I don't. You really want to sit here and say that interview was acceptable, though? I mean, it's kind of important to hear what the f**king questions are.