Craigslist dorks.
some filthy fifty year old man just drove from friggin trenton to come buy a box of legos from me. for twenty dollars. when he got here, he looked through them and seemed confused. "are these the right legos?" he asks me. fuck're you talking about, man? what other kind of legos are there? begrudgingly he handed me two crumpled ten dollar bills and gtfo-ed.
i also sold the amp i purloined from a certain high school to another preeminent dorkus for thirty bucks. he said he needed something a bit louder for band practice. seriously? it's a twenty watt solid state practice amp from the eighties. people are fucking retarded.
then i sold mark's brick neighbor's bicycle to some other creep, who kept telling me to get the hell out of new jersey. NO SHIT?
now if only i could find a double kick pedal, hi-hats, and (sob) a tough-ass ride cymbal on craigslist for like, no money. that'd be nice.
i also sold the amp i purloined from a certain high school to another preeminent dorkus for thirty bucks. he said he needed something a bit louder for band practice. seriously? it's a twenty watt solid state practice amp from the eighties. people are fucking retarded.
then i sold mark's brick neighbor's bicycle to some other creep, who kept telling me to get the hell out of new jersey. NO SHIT?
now if only i could find a double kick pedal, hi-hats, and (sob) a tough-ass ride cymbal on craigslist for like, no money. that'd be nice.