Death is soon.
I found an entire case of 211 on the ground the other day. The can's were dented as though they had survived a brutal attack. Dropped and strewn across the sidewalk.
Some may say I'm a scavenger, I prefer hunter.
Now they are all in the belly of another man and I am still thirsty, but that is the way of the world.
Pillaging can happen even when you least expect it.
I stole from the poor. Who else would be lugging a giant case of Steele Reserve through the dark streets of downtown Seattle on a Thursday evening?
Not some business man with a well paying job on his way home from a long day at the office. No way. That guy dropped off at the corner store to pick up a nice case of Fat Tire. Something classy to dent his $100,000 a year salary.
He will drink it and watch the evening news. He will loosen his tie and relax.
All I want to do is relax. Seattle is a battle field.
I hate pornography. I hate attention. I don't enjoy looking cute in unfomfortable shoes.
I was born to walk alone. I was born to walk with a belly full of cheap beer in a pair of dirty old shoes.
Who are all these people? I don't know anyone.
I've got clenched fists, and red cheeks.
What do you have?
Some may say I'm a scavenger, I prefer hunter.
Now they are all in the belly of another man and I am still thirsty, but that is the way of the world.
Pillaging can happen even when you least expect it.
I stole from the poor. Who else would be lugging a giant case of Steele Reserve through the dark streets of downtown Seattle on a Thursday evening?
Not some business man with a well paying job on his way home from a long day at the office. No way. That guy dropped off at the corner store to pick up a nice case of Fat Tire. Something classy to dent his $100,000 a year salary.
He will drink it and watch the evening news. He will loosen his tie and relax.
All I want to do is relax. Seattle is a battle field.
I hate pornography. I hate attention. I don't enjoy looking cute in unfomfortable shoes.
I was born to walk alone. I was born to walk with a belly full of cheap beer in a pair of dirty old shoes.
Who are all these people? I don't know anyone.
I've got clenched fists, and red cheeks.
What do you have?