This is fuckin garbage. What is with the skinny jeans? You're old enough to drink at a bar for fucks sakes. Don't get me started on the tail. Chatted a few girls up, guess what, basic cunts. Not an ounce of personality, shallow like skunk piss in my bottle. " Wanna buy me a drink?" "Not really, what's in it for me?" Am I getting too fucking old for this bullshit? Hitting the bars used to be fun, now I just end up drunk hating everyone around me. Beer is cheap at least. What's wrong with me? What happened to my youth? What is with all these white hairs? Am I finally turning into a bitter old man? Fucking Christ on a pogo stick. And this dj, holy fuck, this dj. Remember when DJs had talent? Just because you pop "amen break" under 90s rap beats doesn't make you a fucking dj. It makes you lazy and uncreative. You fucking piece of shit, where are the tables? Where is the timing and skill? Fuck.
Maybe it's time I stop.goimg to bars. Maybe I need to move.
If another fat chick askes me why I look sad I'm gonna lose my shit. You're gross, go fuck yourself. Leave me alone.
Hopefully I find some fucking ganja.