Dual
RIP Karl 1991-2014
An unwashed brute with tiny, beady eyes insisted on talking to me while we were waiting in the checkout lane. He looked kind of like Jeff except about fifty pounds lighter and Latino. So he starts talking about some whore on the gossip magazine's cover being single and wanting to be her boyfriend, I'm like yeah, cool. Talk to the hand, fatass. Then he says that she lives in Calabasas (about five miles down the freeway) and makes some remark about wanting to go see where she lives. I'm like ok, cool, get the message? Fuck off. Now he starts talking about some dumbass TV show but thankfully it was my turn at the register and I was saved as if by Jesus himself.
(That was my socialising for the day lol.)
(That was my socialising for the day lol.)