Saturday or something night

Good old four am just got home talked to alot of cool people it was good! Well except for the scawny hipster thinking we was hitting on his woman when really we where just stoned ans shinny dress i will say have cool fabric so he mooned me and my friend who where just out having a few drinks basicly! Like what the fuck is wrong with you! Obviously we did more for your lady’s self esteem then you could! So sorry its not like we would have taken her home or something to be honest frumpy isnt a look i got for but i can respect a person who makes her own clothes atleast! Maybe you should try holding her hand or something if you feel that threatend by her thanking someone else for a compliment! Or if you dont actually like her be honest yah half balled piece of shit, perhaps i might add all the grumpy dudes wondering why they have no ladies at two am it’s because your a sorry asshole that cant afford a hooker or dont know where to get one because goijg out expecting a bunch of women to just service you because your who exactly? If i dont know you and your in my town its porbably.just your smelly additude towards the funnerside of humans woman! My count is about 83 smiles i made happen tonight just by wishing people a wounderful future! Not to mention all the single drunks hitting on a scared homeless woman just scratching her tickets because well thats why i have this term looser drunk where your so drunk even if your ok normaly you will never atain a happy buzz your not me! I had the best night ever! Thinking about all the honestly good shit i did tonight! With abosolutely zero expectations and wouldnt even if they asked sorry i allready met cooler people then the 2 am crowd pounding a 40 of jd down by the duck pound handling their buzz!Which reminds me of this great line from aceyalone. Seriously little supposedly grown up boys this is why we keep heavy security watching your punk asses some of you need a bitch slap or worse and a little fucking act right in your god damn game! Any way i gave my last smoke up so some random stranger could feel better tonight i allready feel great!


Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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