Day 23

Day 23

Today continues the trend of boring, slow-ass days. I'm listening to lots of talk radio, which I'm pretty sure is giving me some kind of cancer. It's seriously the audible equivalent of chewing on tinfoil. I am almost certain that Sean Hannity is clinically retarded.

Everybody in these shitty, garbage-strewn neighborhoods drives like a crazy person. I see a couple of donks dragracing down a residential street, both of them throwing up huge waves of water in their wakes. There's a man wearing a straw hat drinking out of a paper bag at ten in the morning. A little kid with a rake waks up to me while I'm sitting in my car (something about me sitting in my car seems to attract people like nothing else).

“You got something I can do for five or ten dollars? He asks me.
“Not today. I'm working right now.” He is silent for a moment, and does not leave.
“You got it?”
“Got what?”
“Five or ten dollars?” Seriously?
“No.”
“You got any change?”