winterwonderland

he feels like shit because just a few moments ago, an aggressive black woman in a car-aware vest shook a can in his fucking face so of course he just shook his head no but realized that she had been screaming for donations toward battered women and children. he almost went back, but couldn't get himself to do it since he only had
twenty two bucks anyway and every damn dollar counts, he's been saving up for a gram of coke since 7:19 a.m. but immediately he feels like shit and panics, maybe the vest-bitch and all the surrounding women had it in their pretty little heads that he was, like, a woman-hater or something, you know, a classic scumbag but really he wasn't. he thinks to himself, c'mon, his girlfriend was a feminist, that must count for something- well, not really his girlfriend, but a girl that he asked out for a walk and she looks like a pussy supporter, anyway. hell,he thinks to himself, do i really want to stop my sensory glands in the frontal lobe of my brain, and overload my sense of perception? ...fuck yeah, what else would he do? all he wants to do, really, is get so fucking high on snow up his nose then crash and let his body ache on the come down.