dallaspenn.com

This is what I get for talking all that T.I. shit this week. The T.I.’s sho’nuff came for my ass [ll]. They let me know in no uncertain terms who runs this rap shit.

I made a visit to the 7-11 convenience store in my neighborhood and I put a few items on the counter. The clerk looked at the items and then entered $5.00 into the cash register. No fucking way were these three items five fucking bucks. I told the clerk as much and I demanded that he scan the items into the cash register’s database which is what every other clerk at this store always does.

Nope.

Instead the clerk removed my items from the paper bag and said that I didn’t have to buy them if I didn’t want them. The thing is that I did want the items but I wasn’t about to get jacked for over a dollar just to buy them.

Fuck it.

I wanted the items. It was a Red Plum Nantucket Nectar and two Honey Vanilla Dutch Master cigars and I needed them to burn down these good effin’ greens that my homey hooked me up with. I wanted this to be one of those weekends that I just sat up in my apartment and watched baseball and football and cartoons and pr0n and got mother effin’ twist rock while I write my shit. These sons of bitches are fucking with my peace of fucking mind. I’m not paying no $5 fucking dollars for a gotdamn grape drink and a couple of ghetto cigars either.

Just because I’m a fucking drug addict doesn’t make me a fiend. I’ll roll up and smoke my shit out of a mother effin’ t-shirt if I have to. It’s just that I have a righteous belief in not being played out as if I’m some lower class piece of shit just because I’m shopping at the 7-11. The clerks that manage this 7-11 appear to maintain an unhealthy relationship with me. This summer I caught them red-handed for price gouging me on the cost of the SpiderMan collectible cup Slurpees. I filed a complaint with the corporation.

What was that for?

After receiving my complaint and my documentation via receipts with dates the corporation did not respond to me. Instead, when I visited the store afterwards the clerks refused to serve me. The one that I argued with about ripping me off for the Slurpee said something Hindurabic to his co-worker and then the two just ignored me and wouldn’t ring me up. I didn’t steal the Slurpee though because Hindurabic dudes are the bitchmade snitches of the white race.

I’m not sure why Abu works at all the Kwik-E-Marts, just like I don’t know why only Chinese people work at the dry cleaners, and that’s a discussion for another day. I’m pissed off that the T.I.’s that run the 7-11 corporation have empowered these immigrants to wage a class war against poor people. I don’t know where I’m going to get my Dutchs from when I’m in Freeport, but I promise you that I won’t be getting them from the classless classists in 7-11.

	The T.I. says… Dallas, I told you not to fuck with our money machines. Now I will ban you from every store we own, in every country. Don’t even think about going to a 7-11 in Australia, or Singapore, or Norway, or Canada, or on the moon. You are dead to us.