HOSPITAL NAZIS AND THIS DUDE STEVE.
As many of you know, my mother went in to have surgery on her leg done.
While we're waiting for her to be taken in, I decide to go have a cigarette. Just as I get outside and light my cigarette, this kid gets dropped off near the partial hospital. Meanwhile, I am reminiscing my days spent their as a youngen.
So this kid walks up to me and asks me for a cigarette. I give him two and he shakes his head, "No, no. They don't allow cigarettes in there."
So I'm thinking, "God, what do they frisk you now?"
I asked him if partial was still there and he said yeh, but he goes to the school there. And I was like, Oh.
Then this teacher comes out and she's basically like, "You're not supposed to be smoking and you know that, blablabla."
And he's like, "Well, ok, I'll walk around the block and come back."
"NO! No, you're not doing that."
This goes on for a couple of minutes.
He finishes his cigarette after she leaves and goes to go into school.
Well, I guess this bitch brought out the headmaster or something, and they were standing at the door talking. After they go back inside, this kid looks at me from across the yard and begins walking back towards me.
"I smoked a cigarette, so now they won't let me in."
Me, "The fucking MAN."
So he's like, "Can I tag along with you for a while?"
Sure.
Then he tells me his name is Steve and I tell him my name. So I ask him if he wants to come inside the other part of the hospital, because...you know, he was cold. So I brought him up and I was like, "Hey mom, I met a stranger."
It's quite funny now that I'm typing it. But he really was a good kid.
So we talked, but then we got bored. We went outside for another cigarette. But then his mom shows up, so he's like, "I gotta go."
We said our goodbyes, and I went over on the curb to smoke the rest of my bogey. When THAT SAME FUCKING TEACHER came up to me and she was like, "Are you lost? You look lost."
I'm like, "Excuse me? I'm here with my mom, I'm having a cigarette."
"She's having day surgery?"
"Yeh"
"How old are you?"
"21!"
"Can I see your ID?"
After giving her the evil eye, I pulled my ID out of my wallet and basically threw it in her face. After she studies it for what seems like a half hour, she gives it back and says some dumb shit like, "Well, you have to go smoke over by the kiosk, the ambulances come in here and this could be a hazard."
ME SITTING ON THE CURB SMOKING A CIGARETTE CAN BE A HAZARD TO AMBULANCES? RIGHT.
At this point, I have fucking lost it with this woman. So I start walking away in that, "I'm really fucking pissed off" walk.
And she yells after me, "Do you know where kiosk is?"
So I let her have it, "Shut up, you fuckass!"
And that was THAT.
Who is she the fucking CIA? Jesus fucking christ. I'm sorry I gave the kid a fucking cigarette. It's because of people like her that kids turn out the way they do. Bad teachers and parents who don't give a fucking shit.
So that was my experience with the nazi Germany of Manchester Memorial.
And that was the day I met the kewlest fucking good hearted kid Steve.
This will live on in my memory for ...at least a little while.
ROCK ON KID! GIVE'EM HELL!
While we're waiting for her to be taken in, I decide to go have a cigarette. Just as I get outside and light my cigarette, this kid gets dropped off near the partial hospital. Meanwhile, I am reminiscing my days spent their as a youngen.
So this kid walks up to me and asks me for a cigarette. I give him two and he shakes his head, "No, no. They don't allow cigarettes in there."
So I'm thinking, "God, what do they frisk you now?"
I asked him if partial was still there and he said yeh, but he goes to the school there. And I was like, Oh.
Then this teacher comes out and she's basically like, "You're not supposed to be smoking and you know that, blablabla."
And he's like, "Well, ok, I'll walk around the block and come back."
"NO! No, you're not doing that."
This goes on for a couple of minutes.
He finishes his cigarette after she leaves and goes to go into school.
Well, I guess this bitch brought out the headmaster or something, and they were standing at the door talking. After they go back inside, this kid looks at me from across the yard and begins walking back towards me.
"I smoked a cigarette, so now they won't let me in."
Me, "The fucking MAN."
So he's like, "Can I tag along with you for a while?"
Sure.
Then he tells me his name is Steve and I tell him my name. So I ask him if he wants to come inside the other part of the hospital, because...you know, he was cold. So I brought him up and I was like, "Hey mom, I met a stranger."
It's quite funny now that I'm typing it. But he really was a good kid.
So we talked, but then we got bored. We went outside for another cigarette. But then his mom shows up, so he's like, "I gotta go."
We said our goodbyes, and I went over on the curb to smoke the rest of my bogey. When THAT SAME FUCKING TEACHER came up to me and she was like, "Are you lost? You look lost."
I'm like, "Excuse me? I'm here with my mom, I'm having a cigarette."
"She's having day surgery?"
"Yeh"
"How old are you?"
"21!"
"Can I see your ID?"
After giving her the evil eye, I pulled my ID out of my wallet and basically threw it in her face. After she studies it for what seems like a half hour, she gives it back and says some dumb shit like, "Well, you have to go smoke over by the kiosk, the ambulances come in here and this could be a hazard."
ME SITTING ON THE CURB SMOKING A CIGARETTE CAN BE A HAZARD TO AMBULANCES? RIGHT.
At this point, I have fucking lost it with this woman. So I start walking away in that, "I'm really fucking pissed off" walk.
And she yells after me, "Do you know where kiosk is?"
So I let her have it, "Shut up, you fuckass!"
And that was THAT.
Who is she the fucking CIA? Jesus fucking christ. I'm sorry I gave the kid a fucking cigarette. It's because of people like her that kids turn out the way they do. Bad teachers and parents who don't give a fucking shit.
So that was my experience with the nazi Germany of Manchester Memorial.
And that was the day I met the kewlest fucking good hearted kid Steve.
This will live on in my memory for ...at least a little while.
ROCK ON KID! GIVE'EM HELL!