Some fucking fucker splashed me with dirty salty streetwater!
If you're in the Twin Cities today, you probably know the weather's shitty; just cold enough where the rain turns to snow, and the wind downtown suckles ass.
Well, I was down there, crossing the bridge when some fucker in a pick-up truck splashed the shit on me. Grey water dripping off my face and all down the front of my coat. Whether or not it was intentional matters little when you're the end result.
...And though I try not to let things like this ruin my day, I wonder how my day would have been effected had I a rock in my hand.
For some people, a bullet to the head would be too clean and would lack creativity.
Well, I was down there, crossing the bridge when some fucker in a pick-up truck splashed the shit on me. Grey water dripping off my face and all down the front of my coat. Whether or not it was intentional matters little when you're the end result.
...And though I try not to let things like this ruin my day, I wonder how my day would have been effected had I a rock in my hand.
For some people, a bullet to the head would be too clean and would lack creativity.