Cruised By The Gov’t

Okay, this short latino marine just pulled up next to me on the street, while I was walking home from the bus stop. He literally jumped out of his car, some red Chevy four-door, and asked me a bunch of questions trying to get me to talk to him:

“Hey man, what’s ya name? Do you got a brotha named Robert who’s a marine? You’re a big guy…” 

It was pretty surreal, and I left me rushing to get away from him. As I told him that I really wasn’t interested in the military, and as he pulled off as quickly as he rode up on me, I had this feeling that he cruised me, cruised me for the military. Now as for why I was  walking from the bus, well that’s a story for another day.