Your our local crackhead!!
No that's really him, as this is the internet I wouldn’t post a picture, but you know who you are! Not that you would be reading this, cause you have no internet, car, house, shoes.
And you make me sick now. Cause I know you, we grew up together , so I understand it was hard. But look at us...we made it through, struggled and survived. Our demons we have cut loose...so we don’t feel sorry anymore.
I used to feel sorry when I saw you. Asking for change, begging for smokes, but Im sick of it, get a fucking job...stop smoking crack!!
We are grown men now, we are no longer 16 and 17, you speak about the past like its the present, still trapped in a world that moved on. So I don’t know you, get the fuck away from my car, don’t talk to my girl, I’m sick of you.
If you ask me for loose change again.. I SWEAR!! Jump on your stolen bike, and ride off into the crack filled sunset, off to the next corner to annoy the next pedestrian who comes off the bus
You’re the local crack head now, assumed the title, the role of pass crack heads before you.
So if you ever come to Warden and Sheppard and a tall skinny man with ragged clothing comes and ask's you for change, you have now met the local crack head
So if you ever come to Warden and Sheppard and a tall skinny man with ragged clothing comes and ask's you for change, you have now met the local crack head
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