I am certified for the next 30 days to kill an opossum by archery, you know where to find me.
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Left to my own devices and honestly not even all that bored, I will do shit like turn on the tv and investigate the shameful channels. I will find a Star Trek: something something and think, hey this is a GOOD one, with somebody mysteriously slipping between dimensions and existing miserably in limbo for a while, and how they will save her!!? and oh man, here is a fun holodeck adventure with an unreliable narrator, and seriously I will watch like three of these things in a row, because then there is one about Tasha Yarr's evil sister!, and all of this is called Baby Please Come Home.
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a lot of stuff with cats. what the hell do you name cats??
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The airport had assclowns and retardation so I had to drive away and regroup. I made a series of dumb driving decisions but there was not much I could do about it. No idea you only had to drive 9.2 miles away from Hartsfield to enter a land of no businesses, like, NONE. No idea you could drive 9.2 miles anywhere in America and not run across six McDonald'ses. The hell.
I was frustrated and getting farther from my goal and needed to stop, so when I saw the Mrs. Winners I did stop. I just wanted to sit in my damned car but the parking lot was set up so I'd have to park facing away from the building, and daylight or not it was super sketchy and I could not risk some weirdo coming to pester me or give me shit about sitting in my car in the parking lot for no reason. So I went in to buy a soda.
Wow: the door off its hinges, the filthy floor, walls, and ceiling, the zombie degenerates, the lack of air conditioning. Not broken - not present. Rusted metal fans instead, blowing strings of dirt. The kicker, the most stellar, was the array of homemade advertising. Someone had taken a sharpie to the chicken vats and the walls behind the counter and scrawled things like, "WOLDN'T, YOU LIKE SOME CHIKEN!!" Wink wink leer, like really it was made out of dogs and babies.
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N., distracted, staring across a coffeeshop: "huh I think I know that guy, I can't figure out how, hm, oh right, we rolled around on top of each other on the floor for like two hours one time."
