Harlem By Day...or Night XXVI

I guess he thought I would be okay sitting shotgun while he showed off his car and paraded his fake girlfriend around. We crossed back into Manhattan and I sat silently while he attempted to give me every excuse he could think of to get me to either change my mind or forgive his blatant lies...it wasn't working. I couldn't even look at him and there was very little space in this overly priced coffin of a car for me to have any personal time. He pulled over to the side of the road and I thought it was a last ditch effort to connect with me but as it turns out police take notice when a rich white guy driving a luxury car blows a stop sign in Harlem.

I sat in my seat and watched him apologize to the officer and convince him that he is not trying to score drugs...apparently that's a popular thing for white rich men to do. The day just kept getting worse and I swore if the police officer spoke to me that I would identify myself as his escort...this would ensure a front row seat to his unsuspecting wife bailing him out of jail. It's not my place to inform her, but it is my place to leave him...so I was a little relieved the officer never questioned me.