I celebrated George Floyd Day yesterday.
First, I got high on fentanyl and meth.
Then I robbed a pregnant woman by shoving a loaded gun into her stomach.
Then I tried to pass a fake twenty dollar bill in a convenience store. When the police showed up, I begged them not to shoot me even though none of them had their weapons out.
Then I violently resisted when they tried to handcuff me and put me in a squad car all the time complaining that I couldn't breathe.
The cops had to physically restrain me at times by putting their knees on my neck and shoulders.
Then I croaked because of the dangerous drugs I was high on plus my very bad heart.
It was a tough day.
