today was weird
it all started when i was making a deposit at the bank. i was waiting in line thinking about how shitty lines are and all of a sudden i heard a big SMACK! the whole grocery store got quiet (my bank is inside tom thumb). there was a woman lying in the checkout lane. people were trying to figure out if she was still breathing. my knees got weak. i felt sick. then, the most horrible noise came out of her mouth. it was a huge gasp like she had not taken a breath in ages. MWWWWAAAAAAAAAUUuuuuGGGGGGHH!! that's when i had enough and just walked out. i'll deposit my money tomorrow.
upon walking in a fast food joint, the schizophrenic guy that hangs out at ridglea theater stops me and says in the most hysterical schizo way, "that was funny what he said.... waaarm buuuuns! ha ha ho ho ha hee hee!" i know that if you live in fort worth you know the guy i'm talking about. he lives on bryant irvin rd. and has all of that crazy shit outside in his yard. he wears a boat captain hat with a suit jacket and denim shorts every day. he also sticks his ear next to the speakers at ridglea theater and acts like he is talking on a cell phone.
ok, so i'm eating at wendys alone and a crackhead walks in. now, there are different degrees of crackheads out there. this guy was the type that constantly looks over his shoulder and jerks his arms around. he turns over to the guy ordering food and points at me and says "look at her, i would like to put a steel grip on that one." i guess he thought i could'nt hear him because he's on crack. gross.
upon walking in a fast food joint, the schizophrenic guy that hangs out at ridglea theater stops me and says in the most hysterical schizo way, "that was funny what he said.... waaarm buuuuns! ha ha ho ho ha hee hee!" i know that if you live in fort worth you know the guy i'm talking about. he lives on bryant irvin rd. and has all of that crazy shit outside in his yard. he wears a boat captain hat with a suit jacket and denim shorts every day. he also sticks his ear next to the speakers at ridglea theater and acts like he is talking on a cell phone.
ok, so i'm eating at wendys alone and a crackhead walks in. now, there are different degrees of crackheads out there. this guy was the type that constantly looks over his shoulder and jerks his arms around. he turns over to the guy ordering food and points at me and says "look at her, i would like to put a steel grip on that one." i guess he thought i could'nt hear him because he's on crack. gross.