She didn’t show up.
I sat for a while, then I walked for a while, then I sat for another while. A woman asked me about parking, complimented me on my beard. I kept my windbreaker on for the distant rumbling and foul-looking sky, despite the sweat starting to roll down my back. I passionately stared at Twitter as a beautiful woman walked by.
I tried meditating, but that didn’t do much. People were walking and driving and talking like assholes, loudly and abruptly. Eventually I gave up. I resigned myself to the awkwardly-spaced stairway to the parking lot, climbed into my mother’s van, and paid the robot.
People were still driving like assholes. All the way home, assholes. A man in a Toyota, driving assholishly, was finally put to my mercy. I blocked the son of a bitch for a mile.
As I pulled into the garage, I thought, “Maybe I’ll just watch it online.”
And then she called.
Walking to a free open-air concert, I stopped to look up...
I stand on the curb."Am I supposed to open the door for you? Are you disabled?"
I'm lying in bed while it rains in Los Santos.
You don't realize, he said to his 20 year old cousin, that your parents are no more messed up than you will be.
He ran out mid-service to throw up last night.
Been playing too much GTA.
There's a band in there, apparently.
Been going in circles today. Roads, parking lots, it's all the same to me.
I made mole.