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orangetoughguy) wrote2011-05-26 04:15 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2011-05-26 04:15 pm
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Let me tell you what I hate about this city.
This morning I woke up to an empty can of Folgers. I've got my hours real fixed in you know so going out to get another wasn't going to happen. I thought what the hell, I'll buy coffee and cause I'm going out of my way for it I'll even buy some fancy shit coffee. Not donut shop coffee, not gas station coffee, coffee where a kid with a student loan jammed up his ass has to measure a dozen parts while he's daydreaming what script he can shit out to make some hot co-ed drop her panties. Poor motherfucker. So I'm waiting for my cup next to these two assholes who are going on and on and on and on about 'post-modern' whatever the fuck.
"He's got his street brand made, man." "Pure authenticity, I mean somebody could've died for this shit." "What are you pinheads talking about." "Whoa, kind of rude there, man." "Sorry. What are you pinheads talking about, please."
"Hey it's cool, anything to spread the word. You ever hear of The Eye? Short for The Eye In The Sky? Well he's a fuckin' genius, spins his own tunes to his own films. He's got these cameras set up around his place to catch the city, you know all the shit people don't pay attention to when they're doin' their 9 to 5. Last week he got real fuckin' lucky, he caught Grade A shit. Some big hulk of a fuck tried to mug this chick but the chick she wasn't goin' down without a fight. Stupid right? Well the guy he gets on top of her, got all her clothes pulled up, and you know he's ready to put her in her place."
This stinking douchebag is grinning.
"When this crazy ass fuckin' hobo who knows what comes outta nowhere and shoots the fucker right in the back. One shot, just BAM. This psycho bastard gives the chick a look then books it like the cops are comin' when everybody knows they don't. Well the chick takes off cryin' her eyes out while the other guy just lays there in his own puddle. Nothing happens for five minutes until suddenly the big guy motherfuckin' gets up and walks away. He just walks away! No one saw anything, no one heard anything, no one reported anything, and no headline news." "Bullshit." "It's not bullshit, that's the beauty of it. Shit like this always happens but it's once in a goddamn blue moon you get it on tape. It's got no sound but that's where The Eye comes in. He mixed a fuckin' masterpiece for it. You gotta see it man, puts it on all four walls with a projector. I have his gallery address right here--"
I punched that weasel fucker right in the face. His buddy pussied the fuck out.
"Holy shit! Holy shit you're bleeding! Holy shit don't hurt me!"
Pussy.
I left the place without my fucking drink, getting kicked out kind of strips you of your customer rights that way. But that's what I hate about this city, fucking pimps everywhere and people who suck their dicks like they're getting a handshake from the Pope. It's an epidemic of no fucking decency. Some kind of sick twisted armchair tourism where sons of bitches sit back and relax watching the gutter so they can say yeah I've seen the real world, that's what it looks like down there. Well the trash isn't all in the gutter, you pieces of shit.
Maybe I'm mad cause I feel useless or maybe I'm angry cause I need to get laid. Who fucking knows, hell even I don't know where I was really going with this so I'm going to quit while I'm ahead. But the fuckhead calling himself The Eye? Watch your fucking back.
[ooc: Neo-noir romances can exist right?? Femme fatales and girls next door alike please apply.]
This morning I woke up to an empty can of Folgers. I've got my hours real fixed in you know so going out to get another wasn't going to happen. I thought what the hell, I'll buy coffee and cause I'm going out of my way for it I'll even buy some fancy shit coffee. Not donut shop coffee, not gas station coffee, coffee where a kid with a student loan jammed up his ass has to measure a dozen parts while he's daydreaming what script he can shit out to make some hot co-ed drop her panties. Poor motherfucker. So I'm waiting for my cup next to these two assholes who are going on and on and on and on about 'post-modern' whatever the fuck.
"He's got his street brand made, man." "Pure authenticity, I mean somebody could've died for this shit." "What are you pinheads talking about." "Whoa, kind of rude there, man." "Sorry. What are you pinheads talking about, please."
"Hey it's cool, anything to spread the word. You ever hear of The Eye? Short for The Eye In The Sky? Well he's a fuckin' genius, spins his own tunes to his own films. He's got these cameras set up around his place to catch the city, you know all the shit people don't pay attention to when they're doin' their 9 to 5. Last week he got real fuckin' lucky, he caught Grade A shit. Some big hulk of a fuck tried to mug this chick but the chick she wasn't goin' down without a fight. Stupid right? Well the guy he gets on top of her, got all her clothes pulled up, and you know he's ready to put her in her place."
This stinking douchebag is grinning.
"When this crazy ass fuckin' hobo who knows what comes outta nowhere and shoots the fucker right in the back. One shot, just BAM. This psycho bastard gives the chick a look then books it like the cops are comin' when everybody knows they don't. Well the chick takes off cryin' her eyes out while the other guy just lays there in his own puddle. Nothing happens for five minutes until suddenly the big guy motherfuckin' gets up and walks away. He just walks away! No one saw anything, no one heard anything, no one reported anything, and no headline news." "Bullshit." "It's not bullshit, that's the beauty of it. Shit like this always happens but it's once in a goddamn blue moon you get it on tape. It's got no sound but that's where The Eye comes in. He mixed a fuckin' masterpiece for it. You gotta see it man, puts it on all four walls with a projector. I have his gallery address right here--"
I punched that weasel fucker right in the face. His buddy pussied the fuck out.
"Holy shit! Holy shit you're bleeding! Holy shit don't hurt me!"
Pussy.
I left the place without my fucking drink, getting kicked out kind of strips you of your customer rights that way. But that's what I hate about this city, fucking pimps everywhere and people who suck their dicks like they're getting a handshake from the Pope. It's an epidemic of no fucking decency. Some kind of sick twisted armchair tourism where sons of bitches sit back and relax watching the gutter so they can say yeah I've seen the real world, that's what it looks like down there. Well the trash isn't all in the gutter, you pieces of shit.
Maybe I'm mad cause I feel useless or maybe I'm angry cause I need to get laid. Who fucking knows, hell even I don't know where I was really going with this so I'm going to quit while I'm ahead. But the fuckhead calling himself The Eye? Watch your fucking back.
[ooc: Neo-noir romances can exist right?? Femme fatales and girls next door alike please apply.]
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