“It was a bad night,” he said, pacing back and forth across the room.
“I left the party and headed straight for 7-Eleven. I saw a homeless guy outside and bought him a bag of chips to be nice, but he threw it against the wall and said he didn’t need my ‘fucking handout.’
“I was fuming! I screamed that I was going to go home, change and come back to beat him up.
“I went back to the store and couldn’t find the guy. He must’ve been scared. So I tore up his cardboard house so he’d remember me.”
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