Yesterday, my mom randomly decided for the whole family to just like, go out and drive around California. It started out pretty well, we were going to go to San Franciso because that was one of the closest cities.
But then, my crappy little brother had to pee, and was starting to bitch about it. I had to pee too, but I'm used to holding it in for hours, because I don't ever go to the bathroom at school, unless I feel like I'm going to die.
So, my mom decides to basically drive us into this random neighborhood. It seemed like a nice place, lots of houses, and some local shops and schools, but no like, gas stations or fast food places. We actually went to like, 2 gas stations but they didn't have bathrooms in them for some reason.
Finally, after driving for a little while, we see this McDonalds. My mom parks in the parking lot, and gets my little brother out of the car, to go inside.
Just then.
I realized.
How crappy, and scary this neighborhood was.
Right next to our car, there was like, 2 people, a guy and I guess his girlfriend or whatever, fuckin, shooting up herion or something like that in their run down old 1980's style honda with a plastic bag window.
This was really ":O" for me because the hardest thing I've ever seen anyone do is smoking weed basically.
Then, I get a better look around. Ton's of graffiti, other crappy honda's, and hundreds and hundreds of intimidating negro men!
The inner Jew in my instantly felt extremely unsafe, and I refused to go, so that my portable DVD player, my iPod, or the car's radio, wouldn't get stolen somehow.
I still had to pee, but I was willing to guard the car around all of these scary mother fuckers around me :[
I did like, the most pussy thing in the fucking world right then. I got in the back back seat (minivan with 3 rows), still unnecessarily fearing for my life, I opened my empty Monster Energy Drink can, and secretly peed in it D:
My mom came back, with my brothers, I was like "oh shit" and closed the can really quickly, splashing some piss on me, and then threw it into my seat.
My little brothers both had happy meals, and my mom had like, a filet-o-fish or whatever. And she asked me what I wanted, which... strangely enough, was to get the fuck out of this neighborhood. I have no idea why she didn't know what I wanted, all I ever really get from McDonalds is those Chicken Nugget things, because everything else is pretty gross.
And, I wouldn't even really want anything from there anyway because it probably isn't very clean. I wouldn't be suprised if they got AIDS, Herpes, and every type of Hepititus from just using the bathroom their anyway.
Once again, I freaked the fuck out because those crack heads in the car next to us were moving around, and got out of the car, wandered around, and then got back into the car, and started to drive around the lot.
We got out of there, then drove into traffic for like, an hour.
The rest of the story isn't very interesting, just some black asshole calling my mom a bitch for no reason in San Francisco for "getting ahead of him" or w/e while she driving, and some "9/11 was a lie" protesters that caused more and more traffic.
In the end, we went to Fisherman's Wharf and went to the Ripley's Believe it or Not mueseum thing, and that was pretty neat :[
Moral and Summery of the Story:
All Black people are scary, and assholes.
That Neighborhood an hour before San Francisco really sucks.
REAL TALK: you better go get a glass of orange juice & spill it all over yourself likea big dumb baby before i tear through your hymen like a dog tears through a piece of meat
