Do What I Want.

Blue lights.

Siren.

This shit?

Really don't need this right now.

Just worked 16 hours straight.

Doing Security on a movie set.

It’s been a long day.

And then some.

Production assistants, are what those bad children who curse out strangers grow up to be.

I’m tired.

I’ve walked over 30k steps.

My bionic leg is bussing.

8.5 on the old pain scale doc.

I'm smoking a blunt right now.

A blunt to relieve the pain.

The anxiety from having to be in proximity to fucking people.

Took this job to avoid that shit.

A well deserved blunt.

Fuck.

Even if I put it out, this cop is going to smell it.

This is some strong stuff.

Shit.

 I’m going to get another ticket.

Hmmm.

Since I am going to get a ticket anyway?

Plus, I really don’t like the taste of weed after I put it out and relit it.

You know what?

I’m 50.

I’m going to do what the fuck I want.

I’m not going to put it out.

 Who gives a shit.

I’m grown as fuck.

Turned 50 a week ago.

Cough into my sleeve as the young cop comes to my window.

A good cough.

My smokers know the One.

The kind that lets you know you’re high.

Put the blunt down.

It’s burning in my ashtray.

My eyes are watering as I let down my window.

Young cop gets a face full of smoke.

Looks puzzled, yet slightly amused.

“Damn Security. You not even going to put it out?”

Swallow.

Clear my throat.

Sip my watermelon, mango, dragon fruit lemonade.

I got it from catering.

It’s mostly water at this point.

I just need some hydration to respond.

“Man I’m 50. I do what the fuck I want. Go on, write me a $149 ticket. I got a woman waiting on me bro.”

Its $149 I really could use on something else, but I will pay it if need be.

Cop looks at me, wonderment in his features, I can see the rollercoaster of emotions play out, on his face.

Hope this nigga don’t play poker.

“Nah, security. I’m not gonna write you. You aight with me. I can’t wait to turn 50 so I can say that.”

“Don’t.”

Don’t think about my response.

Just believe it.

“You got it Security. Listen, you have a tag light out, that’s why I pulled you over. You might want to get that fixed. Enjoy.”

Walks back to his car.

Uses his lights to help me pull into Atlanta traffic.