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almost tried to flirt with 20 years old. I figured she was younger than me but not almost ten years younger.
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Yikes.
almost tried to flirt with 20 years old. I figured she was younger than me but not almost ten years younger.
You don’t need people. They’re unreliable.
Jerry Seinfeld (via orangeketchup420)
The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from custom.
Michel Eyquem de Montaigne (via orangeketchup420)
Orange Ketchup 420
Seems to be getting harder and harder to find people willing to do art for the blog. And when I start work soon I’ll have little to no time to write, so this block I’M having ain’t helping. Guess when I get a few checks under my belt and have a day off I’ll look for an artist I can afford and have them draw the comic strips the way I envision them.
Smoke Weed?
Just saw a dude in here pay for clean puss because he had to see his P.O. in 30 minutes. America!
All Eyes On Me.
People are nosey in general, but the bastards in this shelter are the worst. This makes enjoying anything damn near impossible due to a lack of privacy. Thy will linger over you while you use your phone, laptop, tablet you name it. The safest you might be is reading a book. That's like kryptonite to these fuckers.
I Need A Sweatshirt That Reads:
"SAY NOTHING AND WALK AWAY."
I got writer's block
...so, yeah.
note to self:
stop asking people to do shit more than once.
...later after RAGS
Within about a good 10 to 15 minutes of the meeting Kairo falls asleep. A couple hours later he is awakened by Milton.
Milton: Man, wake up.
Kairo: [startled] 33 BLACK MAGIC LEAGUE!!!
Milton: Meeting's over, bruh.
Kairo: [yawns] So why you still here?
Milton: Free coffee & donuts.
Kairo: Wait, wha--I missed FREE coffee and donuts?
Milton: [looks at coffee table] Think there's decaf...but that's like going to a hooker for a hug. So, yeah.
Kairo: [gets up, yawns again while scratching his ass] Welp, I'm good on that. I don't have to--like--tip you or nothing?
Milton: You know I don't work here, right?
Kairo: I see...in that case--you smoke?
Milton: Smoke what?
11/22/2015 rant
it's kind of pointless to have a beer if it is going to be a fucking light beer. what the hell is the point in the beer at all? the whole point of that beverage is to numb deep rooted issues that have plagued you for as far back as you can remember... or something to that effect. light beer is useless. useless as bad poem. you think people who do hard drugs, go to their dealer and say: You wouldn’t happen to have anything that wouldn't have all my teeth fall out by any chance, do you?" or "got any light crack...? I want a hit but not enough to feel like I hear a train coming."
sounds stupid, right? dumb as fuck even, am i wrong? of course i'm not!
so when you're tired of the day's bullshit, which is thrown at your face, so you hide in a bathroom stall like a bitch, sobbing and shit. after you've gotten so fed up your whole fucking face is hot, the skin gets tight, and the only thing you can think is... "i need a fucking beer." the fact you don't even have lint in your pocket doesn't stop you.  the fact you’re trying to get in a program at a shelter to find housing, so you have to be sober ALL THE DAMN TIME for fear of rejection, or being tested, etc. isn’t what stops you. none of that bullshit stops you. what stops you is the fact you don't want to steal a nasty ass beer. if i'm going to risk my homeless freedom, i'm damn sure not going to do it for light beer or some shit i never tasted. that’s just dumb… and I didn’t pull a pistol out my mouth thinking it made me stronger for this bullshit.
that roof on Kingsbridge Terrace didn’t seem high enough either. nothing says defeat like a failed suicide.
Typical Origin Story
AA Leader: Okay everyone, we have two new gentlemen joining us today. Who wants to go first?
Kairo: [blank stare]
AA Leader: Milton?
Milton: My name is Milton and I stay high.
AA Leader: ...well okay. Everybody welcome Milton.
Everyone: Hi Milton.
AA Leader: Your turn, Kairo. Tell us a little about yourself.
Kairo: You said my name already so... yeah. This was court ordered and I hate all of you.
Random lady in back: I like ketchup.
Calm Down, Phil.
I don’t know where to begin, Journal;
No person in their right mind would go to a shelter in Libel City save they had no choice. Especially downtown near Gateway St. But this is the situation we’re in. And we have to deal with fucking Phil. Phil is an asshole with no boundaries or moral code. He kind of reminds me of a curly haired Tin Tin. Last night I almost choked him Kairo stopped me.
Kairo, (also known as Kairo the Koala), is my spirit animal. My name isn’t important but the story is. So here’s how I almost killed Phil in the cafeteria.
We were sitting there with Tre and Milton [the Moon], some kid name AJ and I forgot the other kid’s name. Kairo & Milton were doing what spirits do, by giving up life and guiding us like in this realm & mortal body, such as any good soul. The rest of the fleshy beings, whom probably had no guides, made the backdrop to a bleakly lit cafeteria where all were burdened in some form or fashion. The conversation is gone in part from my memory, due to the fact Kairo had to block out so much in order to ward off all the homicidal fantasies. One minute we were talking about how AJ looked exactly like a young Jeffery Dahmer.
Tre: Whoa, you two look like the opposite race of each other.
ME: I dunno…
Phil: [cutting me off] FUCK NO!
It was from that moment on that I hated his entire being. And it was also when I realized he was going to be a hemorrhoid. The entire time he sat there it was just one strange and insulting piece of jargon shit flowing from his mouth like a crooked clergyman. I couldn’t tell if he was annoying, bat-shit crazy, or all the above and more. The other two Anglo-Saxons on the other hand weren’t so bad. One I’m almost positive was only attracted to anime women. The other one has convinced me he very well might be some sort of serial killer.
By the time Kairo & Milton convinced Tre & I to go outside for a quick break, Phil had violated our personal space several times, almost made me choke him for attempting to call me a nigger, and caused my soul to grow so weary Kairo & I called it an early night.
Some good did come from last night besides laughing at strange Anglo-Saxons... Tre/Milton & Kairo/myself are going to start a GoFundMe to print sweatshirts which read “Calm Down, Phil” while he has one that says “I’m Phil”.