Vu from Compton

Normally when one drives in a normal city, and they miss a turn, they drive forward, make a u-turn.

Well common sense doesn’t apply for Compton.

A couple weeks ago, I was cruising down Long Beach Blvd in Jasmine, an afro-american child misses his turn.  He slams on the brake, puts his car in reverse and backs up into my car at 20mph.

I quickly jump out of my car, and scream “What the fuck were you thinking nigga!” Just kidding, I didn’t say the n part, but I did think it in my mind.  He points to his neighbor, saying he was trying to get there,  and that the car belongs to his neighbor. 

I ask for his registration, he doesn’t have one.
I ask for his license, he doesn’t have one.
I ask for his insurance, he doesn’t have one.

I’m starting to think the guy has turrets, because he keeps on tapping his afro as I am talking to him.

After 2 minutes of talking to him, I thought I was saved as a Sheriff showed pulled into a convenience store nearby.  I ran in and said I was in an accident and needed help.  I told him that the pathetic hoodlums didn’t have any registration, license or insurance.  He smirked and said “that’s compton, and that’s why you have uninsured motorist insurance” and proceeded to drive off.  I think it’s time I move to higher class cities, such as Beverly Hills, Bel-Aire, or Palos Verdes.

Needless to say, I had uninsured motorist insurance, and highly recommend it as it usually costs an additional 2 dollars per month.  Think of it as thug accident prevention.