No joke wake up 1:30 in the afternoon. Drive my girl to get food stamps thanks Obama. Wait life can’t be that easy, get pulled over by the state trooper lets call him Chip. ” You were clocked going 74 in a 55.” Shit they still have 55 speed limits. Start shuffling through the Glove compartment for my registration, then dude asks me for my insurance id. To bad he doesn’t know my insurance has been expired for 2 months now. Pull it out, a statement from August and he lets me off, not without asking if I have been drinking. It’s 2 I thought, had I had a beer, did I really get that loaded last night. Chip tells me I smell like booze and to hit the road. Thanks Chip and welcome to Aspen.
