>be basically dead inside
>10:30 at night
>get off from my armed security job, trying to get a job at the sheriffs department
>hop on the bus to go home
>get off to transfer to my last bus
>drunk black bum sitting in the stop shelter and listening to music on his smart phone(yes, a fucking smart phone.)
>"Eyyy you look like a pretty cool nigga, got a dollah?"
>"Sorry, but I only have two singles for the bus."
>"Fuck you then."
>the bum notices my uniform
>"You a rent a cop? I coulda been a real cop but I fucked dat up."
>proceeds to tell me his life story
>i'm getting visibly pissed but the drunk nigger can't take a hint
>on and on
>i snap and impulsively pull my collapsible baton and hit him (not hard enough to kill him) in the left temple leaving a minor gash
>"Zzzzz"
>i walk about 2/4 of a mile to the next stop on that line in case the bum wakes up
>bus picks me up as i'm walking
>get home around 11:45 and sterilize the baton with rubbing alcohol, god knows what diseases these street people have
You next.