An Absolute Bagel Life

6 AM: jogging

7:15: unburden soul to total stranger, lacking better options

3 PM: visit own museum exhibit to stare at the Dead Best Friend Wall

4:30: attempt meaningful human connection with sole surviving contemporary; fail due to Alzheimer’s

6 PM: dinner for one

So he was dropping his girlfriend off at her house and he was taking my grandfather’s NEW truck.

The police pulled him over and he put his hands on the steering wheel, like you’re supposed to do, and he waited on the police officer to approach him.

The police officer informed him that he pulled him over because there was something wrong with the tailpipe of the truck (keep in mind, brand new truck) & that he needed his license and registration, so my cousin gave it to him.

As the police officer went back to his car, my cousin called my grandpa and told him that something was wrong with his tailpipe on his BRAND NEW TRUCK.

My grandpa, thinking something was not right, asked where my cousin was and went to arrive where he was being pulled over at.

Back to my cousin, waiting on the police officer, 3 more cop cars pulled up and one had a K-9 dog with him. My cousin, confused, asked what was going on. The police told him nothing, not to worry about it. He kept talking to my cousin to distract him, but my cousin saw in the rear view mirror that the police officer with the K-9 dog had something in his hand.

The police officer with the k-9 dog called the other police over and told him, “the dog smells weed.” My cousin does not smoke, and my grandfather doesn’t carry weed.

When the police asked my cousin if he had any drugs on him, my grandpa pulled up in his car. At the very moment, the police with the K-9 dog got back in his car, & sped off. The first police officer told my grandpa, “we’re done here.” & left in his car with the other cops following him.

Guys.

The police officer was going to try and plant weed in my grandpa’s truck.

He was going to say that it was my cousins.

My cousin could have been the next hashtag on our social media networks.

You can feel really confident in yourself but when someone comments badly on you, you begin to crumble.

You doubt yourself a lot.

Your head begins to hurt when you over think.

You forget to eat sometimes.

You get quiet around friends.

You break down more often

isolation.

You’re confused 

You don’t know why your confused because you’re over thinking all the bad decisions you’ve made in your in your life.

SEND ME PICTURES OF SPIDERMAAAN!

“I ought have a hell for my anger,

a hell for my  p r i d e