Self-employed means he’s a drug dealer.
I met Tyrese while car shopping. We went on a few dates and he was pretty quiet about what he did but he did tell me that he was self employed in sales. I figured he must do pretty well, as he always dressed nice and drove a Benz. He was rather quiet over all, so I didn’t press the issue.
After date four he asked me if I would like to go back to his house and I agreed. A few blocks from his house I noticed he kept looking in his mirror and I asked if everything was OK.
He tells me, “I think that’s a cop following me.” I look out my mirror and see there isn’t just one cop car. There’s three cop cars. It was at that point I realize the helicopter over head had been above us for several blocks.
We get by his house and suddenly the cop lights are on, the helicopter spot light is on and there is a man with a large gun pointed at me through the window.
People are screaming “Get on the ground!” and I’m being pulled from the car.
Several background checks later I’m given bail.
Many months later, who calls me but Tyrese. He’s set for parole in two months and would I be interested in getting together? Right before I hung up he says, “I bet you never experienced anything like that before!”
And never again Tyrese, never again.
