Who do they think they are?
It was lunch time. I was sitting on a park bench, reading my book, minding my own business.
Suddenly (suddenly?) someone said, “scuze me, can I buy a cigarette off you?” – it was the native transvestite who had walked by me earlier. I said, “no” and went back to my book. So then the native sarcastically said, “thank you very much” and, while walking behind me said, “fucking cheap ass bitch” loudly enough for me to hear. My only comeback was, “fuck off c*nt” (yes, I have the vulgarity capacity when the mood strikes).
I thought about it later and thought, why is it that because I don’t hand over my stuff to whomever asks me for it, they have the option of calling me names for not catering to their needs? How come if I don’t give a perfect stranger what they want, I’m a fucking bitch (not that I’m not, but who the fuck are they to call me names, stinking beggar – get a job).
That’s all I’m gonna write for now. Suddenly (suddenly?) I feel like checking my email.
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