I have a funny story regarding tiki torches and white supremacists. I was 15 and I couldn’t wait for the new 50 Cent CD. It was get rich or die trying. I remember I worked all week to save enough money for the CD and to buy a Togos sandwich. They are delicious af. I get on my Dave Mira Haro BMX bike and smash over to tower records. I was hitting down the street when I bust my ass on the curb. I scrapped my knees super bad and thought i broke my wrist but the words never left my brain. Get rich or die trying… I was ready to die for this CD. As I lay broken in a pile of shame, I know there are eyes looking at me but i knew I couldn’t fail. I got up and continued my ride to the promised land. I get to the tower records and I grab the CD and bring it to the counter. The guy tells me no and that I am underaged. Im fucking lit. I hey mister outside until some homie gets me the CD. I was happy but I cut into my sandwich fund to pay off the nigga. All good tho. Done wit it. I cut across the street and hit the togos. I get there and the bitch dumb rude. Gave me stank eye more smelly than the nasty ass lettuce. I get the sandwich extra meat and tomatoes but not enough money for chips and a drink. Disappointment. I smash home and get yelled at by my mom for getting blood on my pants. I look at the bitch and i say “Wanksta bitch” and lock the door. Stupid hoe. Grab the CD and it dawns on me that the nigga bought me the edited version. Fucked up. I listen to the album cut out every 2 sec while eating my sandwich crying. Bitch didnt even put tomatoes on it. Disrespectful. I finished the sandwich and jerked off to some dial up speed porn while crying on a unsatisfied full stomach. My life has never been the same.