Cocaine man!
So tonight I did my thing where I go walking to not be home and as I'm walking by the bar across the street from the gas staion some dude asked to speak to me, being the super duper cool dude I am I heard his plight, then started asking me about selling him some rock, then I was all like "what" and he was all like " rock...cocaine man" then I was all "nah bro, I don't do drugs" and he was all like " sorry man" this happened after he told me not to mind the cops that flew by us doing like 75. I continues my walk to Moe's searching for a cup of coffee but feeling inadequate and alone I walked past, I'd purchased Spirits at the gassette they were cool, and on my way home I leave Mer a message about my pseudo crack deal and then call Joe and tell him about it, I walk not one block when I see the dude cross the street and ask some other dude the same thing. Needless to say I was a little freaked, I stopped at the gassette again this tyme for drink and ran into Leah which was cool. When I got home the uncool feeling prevailed which was to say the least ... uncool. I have no bacon bits and no way to get in touch with dear friends in other places. It's like everything just broke down within the same week. this on top of my troubles with the doc. Blah, I feel so gah sometimes, people just bother me I dont get it.