it's just my opinion. matter of fact though, it's a lot of people's fucking opinion. why is it that we accept shit because it's fast? fast and decent. not even decent. it's a little better than that crap you buy for 80 cents at the grocery store with the horrible cheese that doesn't even fucking melt right, oily as hell and the crust is a little crispier than cardboard. that's why it's always on sale, i mean you gotta be straight up busted to buy that shit. everybody knows what it tastes like. it fucking sucks.
so back to don. where the fuck am i with this? i get all turned around.
i got in my car and put my pull out radio back in from under the driver's chair. it was the kind that pulled out completely, like 4 pounds. pulled the whole damn thing out. modern as hell with my 5x7 coaxial speakers in the back. sounded hot. 40watts per channel. full on tape deck. shit was dope. i never got into the thumpy shit. i always liked my car to sound good as hell though. i turned it up and took off. window rolled down. arm out the window. sunglasses on. back to wixom.
i stopped at pizza hut to check my schedule. sarah was working.
"sup girl?"
"hey hun. whatcha doing here?"
"checking the skedge. what time do you get off?"
"9, what are you doing later?"
"dunno, wanna come over?"
"no, let's go out. you wanna go out?"
"fibbers?"
"yeah. how bout 9:30?"
"cool." i left. sarah was one of my closest friends. sexy as hell but i'd probably never hit it. she was too much like my sister. i'm not into tagging my sister. shit's gross. mormons do it though, might be something to it.
i went home and ate some macaroni and cheese. blue box. turned on the tv and cracked a black label. i was watching dr. katz. best cartoon at the time. so good. funny as hell. i finished my food and lit a smoke. i went into my room and gathered some clothes off of the floor and threw em in a bag and grabbed a handful of quarters from my drawer. laundry downstairs. i might get a load in before meeting sarah. fuck it, we'll see.
i walked down the stairs to the laundry room. there was a basket sitting there. fucking washing
so back to don. where the fuck am i with this? i get all turned around.
i got in my car and put my pull out radio back in from under the driver's chair. it was the kind that pulled out completely, like 4 pounds. pulled the whole damn thing out. modern as hell with my 5x7 coaxial speakers in the back. sounded hot. 40watts per channel. full on tape deck. shit was dope. i never got into the thumpy shit. i always liked my car to sound good as hell though. i turned it up and took off. window rolled down. arm out the window. sunglasses on. back to wixom.
i stopped at pizza hut to check my schedule. sarah was working.
"sup girl?"
"hey hun. whatcha doing here?"
"checking the skedge. what time do you get off?"
"9, what are you doing later?"
"dunno, wanna come over?"
"no, let's go out. you wanna go out?"
"fibbers?"
"yeah. how bout 9:30?"
"cool." i left. sarah was one of my closest friends. sexy as hell but i'd probably never hit it. she was too much like my sister. i'm not into tagging my sister. shit's gross. mormons do it though, might be something to it.
i went home and ate some macaroni and cheese. blue box. turned on the tv and cracked a black label. i was watching dr. katz. best cartoon at the time. so good. funny as hell. i finished my food and lit a smoke. i went into my room and gathered some clothes off of the floor and threw em in a bag and grabbed a handful of quarters from my drawer. laundry downstairs. i might get a load in before meeting sarah. fuck it, we'll see.
i walked down the stairs to the laundry room. there was a basket sitting there. fucking washing
