Philosophical Shit
It's fucking weird to talk to people here. They're more worried about everyday shit than anything else. They're not like the people I used to carry around. You heard life stories, then. Should haves, would haves, didn'ts.
Since they only see me for a little while, they're more honest then they could be. Seems like everyone's got a story to tell, some are just better then others.
Old man nearly put me to sleep today yammering on about his cats. Who cares? Why don't you tell me why you had so much cash on you, instead? You some kind of drug lord or something? And why the fuck do you have so many cats? Most importantly, though, why the fuck did you think I give a shit about them?
I think it's about the fifth time I've picked him up. I think he's stalking me.
Speaking of cash. Some dipshit I picked up tried to rob me. Dropped him off at the hospital. Bet he won't be trying that again.
Since they only see me for a little while, they're more honest then they could be. Seems like everyone's got a story to tell, some are just better then others.
Old man nearly put me to sleep today yammering on about his cats. Who cares? Why don't you tell me why you had so much cash on you, instead? You some kind of drug lord or something? And why the fuck do you have so many cats? Most importantly, though, why the fuck did you think I give a shit about them?
I think it's about the fifth time I've picked him up. I think he's stalking me.
Speaking of cash. Some dipshit I picked up tried to rob me. Dropped him off at the hospital. Bet he won't be trying that again.