Driving into a BP gas station, I hit a damn pot hole so damn hard that my airbag went off. Blocked it with my hand, swelling was pretty bad. Hoping this doesn’t turn out to be just a really expensive unfortunate accident. Nothing seems wrong with my car, but I won’t know until the mechanics tell me something.

I hate Chicago and these damn roads. This is like seriously a reason to move. Fuck winter, fuck potholes, and fuck the police. That’s 3 reasons I got to run away as far as I can from this place.

Worse part about the accident was that 2 crack heads across the street were trying to say I hit them or some shit. You know, there are times where I really hate black people, and last night was one of them. My car just suffered damage and these bastards were plotting to get one over on my misfortune. People can talk all they want about the oppression of black people, but clearly there are some that simply don’t give a flying fuck about others no matter what, and this is why we cannot make a change. Luckily an eye witness backed me up to the cops that they were on BS and were across the street.

Cops weren’t too helpful. Couldn’t control the crackheads and in turn did a rush job on the report just to get out of there. The crackheads took pictures of my license plate claiming to tell, “the alderman Toni Preckwinkle on [our] motherfucking asses!” I argued that her camera should be confiscated but the damn cops did nothing. I tell you… last night was totally unnecessary. I totally blame BP. I’ll never buy gas from them again.