I got a very nice compliment from a tweaker with copious neck and facial tattoos this afternoon. Said tweaker was stumbling and mumbling darkly to himself as he passed in front of a business that I was exiting. As I stepped out of the door, this guy looks up at me, says, “Oh shit,” and made a 90-degree turn and jogged to the other side of the street.
That’ll work.
N.P.: “Pimento” – Heavy Trash
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