Saturday, September 11, 2010

Where people walk.

You're walking somewhere because you're a poor piece of shit and you can't even afford the bus. However, the hard working people of this city who actually paid taxes helped fund some good sidewalks on the side of the road there, yet your incompetent ass decides to walk in the middle of the street. And then when I pull up behind you and stare at you like you're the shit of the earth because you're in my way and making me late to the strip club, you have the nerve to turn around and give me the evil eye like it's my god damn fault, like my car is in the wrong place. I wish I could spit on you, but I can't... because I can't get beside you.

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