Five Minutes From Pathmark (True Story)

Theres an annoying kid at the computer next to me on his cellphone while I'm trying to type "I can't go I don't have my car with me..." Want to slap the moron that dropped him off "all right, call me at nine-thirty, all right?" NINE THIRTY!.....THREE MORE HOURS WITH HIM!! "...I'll have a ride by then..." I'm about to call him a cab, he's so LOUD "I'm up the road from there..." where? the morgue? I'll give you a ride if you don't shaddup "I'm five minutes away from Pathmark..." WHY DON'T YOU GO BUY SOME CEREAL THEN!!!!! "So you wanna know what happened last night....?" No...no no no no no want to type up poems.... "Oh..ok...then I'll tell you later" At least one person in that conversation has half a brain "Well, lemme tell you anyway...bro...you'll flip..." Bro? BRO? Have you ever wondered what a cellphone tastes like? "Alright, alright...talk to you later bro, bye." Bro...that is such an annoying word sometimes... "Hey, hey you over there!" Who is he talking to NOW....wait, he's talking to me...? "Do you underline titles?" ".................." "Hey, does anyone know how to spell 'Weary?'" &*(@^$%@!$SMACK&*(@^$%@!$true story...aggravated...damn public colleges..letting anyone in nowadays.... Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 09:33 AM PST   18 • 0 • 14