  Post By:  lunchbox benny Fri 06/ 04 02: 54 well i walked alot today,  from maple to leavenworth to withdraw the last three dollars from my account,  called into work and there was no work for tonight,
 walked up to dodge and then from saddle creek to kinko's to turn in my kinko's card for whatever cash was on it,  i thought it was three or four buck only to find it was 88 cents,  went to crossroads to the reserch corp,  but they were closed,  walk to best buy to see if i'd bump into my old friend karen but then remembered she moved to somewhere a few or five years ago,  walked home.
 i stoped at a bus bench to rest and have a smoke,  this car pulled up to the stop light,  there was a hot couple driving around twenty,  and this girl in the backseat,  younger,  maybe the type who would think she was over weight,
 her peers would think the same,  she had a do rag hanky thing on her head,  looked like she was the loner type,  maybe into drawing or painting,  or righting poetry about how the world makes herself look at herself harshly.  anyway when she saw me her face just lit up,
 it was weird,  she wasn't afraid to stare,  her smile was so warming.  like she couldn't remember the bullshit in her life that was filling her head just a moment ago,  i looked away till they started to drive again and looked at her and she was still stareing,  smileing.
 and it just warmed me up,  everyone i looked at was lame all day,  the only people i respected was bikers on harleys.  when ever they drive by i feel a foot taller,  and i look at all the pretty people with a look like,  i could beat the fuck out of you rip your head off and fuck your body while your friends watched,
 but with a smile.  that's how biker's inspire me.  there so " i will bite your head off,  yet if you've ever talked with a biker they're the most gentlemen like person you'll ever meet.  and this year there are so many bikers rideing around.
 so i was feeling like a seven foot tall biker bitch all day,  and givin people dirty looks and smileing at the ugly people.  for some reason old people and fat people don't bother me.  and the black people don't like the biker bitch living inside me,  they always peal out with super attitude.  like they think i'm racist just cause i have confidence and don't give them the right of way.
 i don't give anyone the right of way.  i'm walking it's gonna take me at least an hour and a half to get where i'm going.  they're in a car it will take them twenty minutes to get where they're going.  so they can wait till i get out of the way.  when your walking ( or jogging,
 i don't jog but people who do get the same looks)  it's like your on display for everyone driving by to gawk at,  so i've learned to give them looks back,  and it makes me feel better about myself.  maybe that's why the cool backseat girl lit up,  cause i looked at the people in the front seat like "
i'll spit on you bitch and raped your boyfriend with a stick off the ground"  anyway all that walking gave me blisters on my feet and my balls rubbed my inner thigh raw.  i went to albertson's to by the cheapest loaf of bread and bag of suger i could find.  i went to the 15 items or less aile,  and some short little jock dude had like 100 items on the belt,  and at least a hundred or more in the cart,
 we're looking at like 300 dollars in all his shit,  he didn't relize it was the express aile till it he had the belt stacked up full,  so i went over to customer service and there was a native american girl waiting on me she had a tatto on her neck and she asked me what tribe i was,  i think she hit on me.  anyway went home to eat pb and j,  and let my feet bitch at me.
 anyway tres equis tonight,  and i wanna run lights for pomeroy sat,  they always paid me twenty bucks and i could use it.  oh by the way no ones around passing me drugs,  so i think i'm gonna go clean till i have a couple jobs.  getting high makes whatever you are super pre fixed like if you're an asshole drugs make you super asshole,
 if your depressed they make you super depressed,  and i'm not those,  but i'm always worried about money i owe people,  and rent,  and it just makes me super worried.  so untill i'm havin fun again there's no need for drugs.
 " when the going gets weird.  the weird turn pro"  - dr.  hunter s.
 thompson " Each one of us,  in his timidity,  has a limit beyond which he is outraged.  It is inevitable that he who by concentrated application has extended this limit for himself,  should arouse the resentment of those who have accepted conventions which,
 since accepted by all,  require no initiative of application.  And this resentment generally takes the form of meaningless laughter or of criticism,  if not persecution.  But this apparent violation is preferable to the monstrous habits condoned by etiquette and estheticism.  Man Ray,
Paris 1934 " when the going gets weird.  the weird turn pro"  - dr.  hunter s.
 thompson,  L- U- V you best believe.  benny 
