Time Travels

All Around Us #12
I met a girl walking down the street yesterday. she tried to start a conversation by insulting me. it hurts my gonads when people do that to me. she told me that my kind were weird and was I gay? i told her no. i dig pussy. especially annoying punk pussy. she told me i paid two hundred dollars for my shoes and how many cows do i think i killed? i told her that candy has insects in it. and we went on. she was very annoying. she definitely thought she was a punk because her head was half shaved and she had a patch-infested jacket on. i told her that her doc martens were cowskin and she told me she'd bought it second-hand and that was okay. i wished it would stop raining so i could get the fuck out from under that eave and walk. it had started raining after she stopped me. i wanted to tell her that a mohawk wouldn't last in the rain but she hadn't taken her self-importance to that level yet. she said we should get married and i told her spontaineity was for fuckers and didn't she know that there was a war going on? she said no. i studied her blonde shaved head and she said she usually had her hawk up. i told her a mohawk wouldn't last in the rain. she said i know. and invaded my space with her arms saying hugs are for fuckers and why do hipsters think they are mods anyway? there is no war going on. i said there is. and she said, not in america. so as i prised myself out of her hands and braved the rain i said, not in america and thought that unwitty line was anti-climactic.