Driving out of my neighborhood, I picked up my phone like an idiot to put on some music. Phone visibly in hand, I pull out in front of a motorcycle cop, not unsafe distance to him but he definitely sees me say “Jesus fuck!” Right in his face cuz he sees me with the phone and we all know it’s illegal in Las Vegas to use your mobile phone while driving (and rightfully so fml) There’s no other cars on the road and he looks right at me, lights me up and hits the brakes to flip it. Riding dirty and I can’t go back, you feel me? I double down(shitty/cliche vegas term for risking your life) and punch it down the hill knowing full well he’s on a bike and has to flip a bitch from 40mph so he’s at a disadvantage. I make the first right into adjacent hood where the homie lives and then thank god I’m familiar with the spot, hit the left right left right left right through the hood and I’m out. I get to my meeting, then go to work and all is good. Roasted a fat bone in that pig’s honor. Bonanza Trail homie you know where to find me!