Mental note-
A documentary on what homeless people find funny.
Whatever they find to be funny, is probably actually funny, everything else is tinsel. And if I lived behind a dumpster I wouldn’t want to hear about airline food, topical bullshit, meandering musings on many events.
” so what’s the deal with huffing gasoline?”
Not quite, tighten up the laser.
I wonder if they hate white people more than anyone else, hardcore bitterness coming off the sidewalk, walk by them and you can feel it. Not all, but some.
Hate daggers coming out of their homeless eyeballs, mad as fuck and thinking you did this to them, the great comedy, the great tragedy, “we do it to ourselves”
Get in where you fit in, and if that place is nowhere?
I suppose make your own place, or die, you can always die. Always have that in the back pocket…
Back to my elementary point…
Judge them, sure, hate them, look down on them,,
I still bet the crazy ones are thinking up better shit than you can. No use to it, they can’t gain off their bananas ass thoughts, but they still make you look like a chump.
Gotta sting that ego eh?
Having a nobody out there, doing things you can’t.
Probably stings a bit.
But don’t worry, they’re discarded, not even real people. They can’t hurt you or pass you in the game, they’re not even in the game, so no threat. It’s fine. Your insecure bitch ass is safe.
dawn 