Informal first-person anecdote (spoken monologue) about the speaker planning to practice golf: tries backyard shots, decides to go to the driving range, and finds the range closed due to rain. The piece emphasizes a casual narrative about choosing how to spend free time on a Saturday.
It's Saturday, right? So I'm like, get to the crib, you know? I was like, man, I done went to class. Fuck, I want to go to the range, work on my shot. I was like, well, I don't know if I'm gonna go to the range. I'm gonna go to the. So I'm in the backyard working on my shot with the clubs and shit. Then I was like, man, fuck this. I'm gonna go to the range. Then I get to the range, it's closed because it been raining, and they don't open up the range.
