Friday, October 03, 2008

Smurf

Another 14-hour day, and I was walking home. My feet hurt, the tie around my neck a constant irritation. I was preoccupied, thinking about what it means to exist.

Two white guys stumbled out of a bar and into my path. They're in their early twenties, dressed as b-ballers, and drunk or high or both. "Can you spare some change?" one asked me. "Sorry, no." I tried to be nice.

"You FAKER! You and your... BLUE SHIRT!"

Seriously? Is this my life?

I walked into a street sign.

"HA HA! That's the funniest thing I've ever seen! Hey look! Look!" His friend was now vomiting into the flowers in front of Just Desserts.

"FAKER!" I heard in the distance, as I disappeared into the darkness.

4 comments:

Mary said...

Lol!! Of course those with blue shirts are always loaded with cash! Hahaha! How weird. Drunks make me uncomfortable. They're just so awkward!

And thank goodness I am subscribed to this blog on google reader! I'm so glad to know you're still around! I was beginning to think that this blog was dead! I'm glad it's not! :)

am said...

hug

Tall Medstudent said...

Hey M, I'm not quite dead yet. :)

Thanks am!

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