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Fucked up story for you all

"Listen up! I'm only telling you this once... I'm not bedtime story lady so pay attention!"
-tank girl

last night.
working at my prestigious job (pause for laughter) this guy came in to buy
'a present for his friend' like they all do...

the gift consisted of:
*slippers
*a card
and a
*large rubber phallic toy

the card read:
happy birthday, here are some slippers. if you don't like them, go fuck yourself

he was clever, I laughed.

here's where it gets fucked up, maybe an hour or two later... I'm on the subway
I see the boy, next stop I get off, there's boy...
boy proceeds to speak to me, this is fine... until he starts ranting
rather angrilly about how toronto women are fucking bitches,
and he's not cool because he's not a gino and he doesn't listen to rap music...
(people started to stare, it was embarrassing)
he was angst ridden.

my reply was to the effect of 'shit man, you're angry and .... have fun with that'
and I went the opposite way to meet up with Dusti my love.

but it scared me, for one, the large rubber phallic I sold him, could probably hurt somebody
and that boy is trying to pick up girls in the gaybourhood for crying out loud.
he was a goth male, most likely new from small town due to bad fashion sense
(long leather trench coat from the 1990's)
he needs to go to queen street,
and I would have explained that if he had taken the moment to not be a spaz-tastic angry little fuck.

it must be spring because I will now be carrying my skateboard everywhere.