people like talking to me, i dont know why. yesterday at the bus stop some guy sparked up a convo with me, same this morning, some random (very nice) chick called alice approached me on the street. the first guy, little crip cunt, goes to the servo, buys a pack of taily ciggies, then comes and asks me if i have change for the bus, i was feeling pasifistic, so instead of beating him into the pavement, i said no. then the little shit, gives me some bleeding-heart account of how his house got "done over" (no doubt by someone with a brain that realised he was a little crip pussy) and everythig was stolen while he was alseep. boohoo. then, the cunt, pulls out his wallet and pulls out his bus fare. i didn't punch him after all this, i feel proud of myself. hm, guess i'm just that cool saw sez in town today, didnt stop to say hi. *fairytales of yesterday, can grow but never die, i can fly, my friends.* meh. -R0b 2009|180405