Once upon a day, there was a young man walking down 6th Street in busy New York City. A black van driving slowly pulled up next to him walking. Man turned and saw the black man.
"Oh man, not again.", man muttered.
Black van door opened and the driver nodded.
"You know what to do." Driver said.
"I know." Man sighed and got in the back seat of van.
He proceeded to take the blindfold and closed his eyes. Then he took the handcuff and cuffed himself.
"What did my dad do this time?"
"He was supposed to promote the hashtag in a comment."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, the hashtag was #dangee"
"The fuc..?"
Man had a confused look on his face.
"I thought my dad didn't pay you guys back?"
"Oh no, your dad is good. Just he didn't promote our hashtag. That's all" driver explained.
"Nigga, that's fucked!"
Driver nodded as an agreement.
"Man, I'll hashtag it for him. Get me out of here."
Driver stopped the car and turned to the man.
"You sure?"
"Yeah nigga, can't have lives taken away over the fucking hashtag. I'll get wrote the hashtag on his profile. No sweat."
Driver nodded, "Can I get a credit?"
"Nigga you're the driver. The fuck you need it for?"
Driver nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, let yourself out. See you later"
Man with blindfold on and cuffed made his way out of the van.
"Later fam."
Man sighed.
"Excuse me, can anyone around me take off my cuff and the blindfold?"
Someone took the blindfold off a man then walked away. Man finds himself in middle of the street.
"Shit. I'll take any available #."Man walked away and was never seen again.