Whale Wars

Today I woke up feeling like shit, kind of the way I imagine road truckers feel on a regular basis. yesterday all i ate was a bowl of froot loops, i was doin it movin cuddie, no time to eat. drinking on a empty stomach means i was going to get drunk as all fuck. two of my friends were going to stick fight. long story short the police ruined it. whats new am i right? anywho so i was waiting for the bus outside of com and this lady who was older than dirt walks up to me and offers me one of those little yellow cookie things you get from like starbucks i think they're called madelines or something and when she handed it to me it was very questionable as to weather i was going to eat it or not. it looked clean. her hands not so much. the bitch had like four or five brown ass skinny teeth but i wasnt about to say shit. i thought about saying no but she was all in her sunday morning wicker hat dandy lion old rope swing on a hill ass get up and i just couldn't say no. i ate it. it was tasty. she offered me another one and we talked about ducks. the bus took damn near fifty minutes to show up. i jumped off and hit up jack in the box. i hate eating in there by myself its so depressing, everyone inside at any given time looks like they're about to go masturbate in the filthy bathroom one last time before they sufficate his or her fat ass on purpose with a ultimate bacon cheeseburger. or possibly a sourdough jack. the joint has all this shitty jazz art from the eighties that makes you feel like you're eating on a large elevator on its way to miles davis' once popular but now abandoned titty bar which became a crack house. i walked home, my family went to the beach and i stayed home. score.