I put on my green hoody because it smelled nice. I jumped in my truck with my crisp clothing items and turn the radio up loud. I like to hear people talking, makes me feel good. They said it was St. Patricks day and I swore. I didn’t want to lay on the cheese today but the cheese greased me up so good. I thought my favourite store was open on tuesdays, and I was going to buy myself a painting. I walked in like I owned the place and made eye contact with the big man with grooves in his head. He said they were closed. I kept walking and then stopped and asked “are you kidding me?” he said “yes, I can always keep a straight face” or something like that. I could tell he wasn’t kidding and felt stupid for being stupid. I walked out and all the old people watched me go. I felt stupider. The drive home was supposed to be care free and without any bad emoticions. The police car was nesteld between the place I used to babysit and the place that kills animals. I was wondering why everybody was slamming on the breaks. Maybe because they were embarrased too and maybe the police had an embarrasement meter and I was over the legal limit. I could’ve cried, if I was into that.
Whatever.

It was about time I got some action but I wanted to give some of it out too. Its creepy the way you tried to get me and asked me. If you have to ask its not natural, trust me on this one.