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the recent events of my life have revolved entirely around making money, spending that money on booze, and trying to fit men in there somewhere. trying, of course, being the key word. sometimes i just end up making out with 15 year old streetkid dykes in the middle of a bar. to save myself from anymore embarrassing situations like that, i have decided that one beer a day is my maximum intake now.
a creepy man sat next to lisa and me while we were busking last night and told me that i look like his long lost sister. when asked what happened to her, he replies, "she's dead. she was my stepsister. actually, i've never had a sister." then proceeded to change the subject by holding out his hand which had "my name is rapheal" written on it and says that he needs it to remember his name for when the cops come to get him. upon further research, i found out that "rapheal" is not fake but actually his real name. what a strange encounter. then his creepier than hell friend tried to pay lisa and me $20 to take a walk with him. i knew then that it was time to go home.
i had another strange encounter last week with a man that starts following me down jasper ave. "you are intriguing" is his opening line. "something very good is going to happen to you in your lifetime. i can tell. jesus christ just told me so." so i figure that this religious zealot is going to try and convert me to the light of god. instead, he tries to pick me up while prasing the lord and bragging about his sexual conquests at the same time. it just so happened that where i was going was a block away from his house, so as he goes home, he tells me that i can "knock on his door anytime." yeah, that'll happen.
a creepy man sat next to lisa and me while we were busking last night and told me that i look like his long lost sister. when asked what happened to her, he replies, "she's dead. she was my stepsister. actually, i've never had a sister." then proceeded to change the subject by holding out his hand which had "my name is rapheal" written on it and says that he needs it to remember his name for when the cops come to get him. upon further research, i found out that "rapheal" is not fake but actually his real name. what a strange encounter. then his creepier than hell friend tried to pay lisa and me $20 to take a walk with him. i knew then that it was time to go home.
i had another strange encounter last week with a man that starts following me down jasper ave. "you are intriguing" is his opening line. "something very good is going to happen to you in your lifetime. i can tell. jesus christ just told me so." so i figure that this religious zealot is going to try and convert me to the light of god. instead, he tries to pick me up while prasing the lord and bragging about his sexual conquests at the same time. it just so happened that where i was going was a block away from his house, so as he goes home, he tells me that i can "knock on his door anytime." yeah, that'll happen.