EBT

Sitting and waiting, paperwork in hand. Number called, approach gas station approved bullet proof glass slot window handover paperwork.. Process Process Process.. Go to another room... Yellow Room… The madness begins… Wait Wait Wait... Room full of Blacks, Blacks and the occasional White, Asian, Indian and oh So Ghetto BLACKS that don't know anything different… Kids runn'n wild … Mamma on the phone talk'n, shirt to small raisin so that you can see that classy Tramp Stamp, Dunks & Jordan's every where… Tattoo's all over the place, dirty miss matched kids, loud music blares from the phone as a child dances to "the Stanky Leg".. Mamma look like we at the club letting the kids get even wilder in a Public as Public gets location... Why you talk'n so Loud?? Country accents but we deep in the city … Oh! I forgot I'm in the South not the Midwest… Try'n to focus on these state approved funds that a college degree can't provide, but keep wait'n cause one day I can just give back and not have to wait in such a Public Place... Name called, is the wait OVER??… NopE! Schedule another appointment… when can I get that plastic?? I'm Hungry??...

To Be Continued...