CircumcisedClown
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Just had some fucking 6’3”, old, white homeless dude with a can opener for a jawline ask me for change. I told him I don’t carry cash (lie) and walked swiftly so I didn’t get shanked (the junkies around here are known to be randomly violent, so you wanna stay away).
>I don’t give a fuck that you’re old
>I don’t give a fuck that you’re cold
>I don’t give a fuck that you’re poor
I guarantee this dude has probably fucked a thousand sluts back in the day and probably had a million more opportunities in life than me. He probably would’ve bullied me back in the day, and now he’s asking me for cash like I’m his buddy. I bet this fuck is where he is because he made all the short-sighted, fun decisions while I did everything right my whole life and barely got shit for it.
This old dude has lived his life, and now he wants to mooch off of mine to keep living. You got the energy to walk around downtown all day asking for cash, you got the energy to flip burgers at McDicks.
I’m tired of being mogged by homeless dudes. I’m tired of being envious of hobos. I’m tired of watching dudes who got a better hand than me in life shooting dope on the sidewalk. I’m tired of the police around here not giving a fuck about any of it.
I wish I lived in the fucking Rambo universe, and Sylvester Stallone is being hassled by some beat cop for being a drifter instead of getting a modeling deal and sleeping with some rich oil tycoon’s daughter because he’s one of the hot hobos. If only the real world worked that way.
Why couldn’t I be lucky?