Out of it

Oh how I wished we still had medieval rules/code of conduct. I thought this to myself as I handed the cup of hot lava to the barista at Barnes and Noble. “Please will you pour some of this out, I didn’t want to pour it in your trash can and it is very hot.” It grabs the molten coffee from me with a scowl and pours some out handing it back to me with an eye roll. I took the coffee with my off hand and drew my broadsword with my weapon hand. The point appeared millimeters from his neck. “You need to learn some manners young servant boy.” He froze in his tracks and begged, “I am so sorry my liege, I promise to serve with enthusiasm and fervor from this day forth.” I returned my broadsword and returned to reality, having a strong grip on my iPhone. “Let that be a lesson to you”, I said leaving the counter with my coffee. He replied with an, “Oooo kkk…”

I really need to cut back on the pain meds.

Look Closely

Look closely and you will see what I like to call the "I don't give two tits what people think about my appearance" attitude. It makes me wonder what or when this section of the brain snaps, pops, or just simply melts into a thimble of pudding. I mean, I see people everyday that should really not ever leave the house, but they at least make an effort to dress it up a bit. C'mon, at least throw on some sweats and proper shoes. Are you kidding me?


"Crap, I didn't get my Sunday paper! Fuck it, there probably isn't anyone at the busiest grocery store in town on Sunday morning. I will just throw my robe over my nasty old naked body and go grab a paper there."

As funny as this was to see and photograph covertly from the floral section, please don't fool yourself, you are a mentally unstable individual and should definitely keep doing this because it made my freaking day.

I love the word "Delicious"; make me smile.