Chattin' it up with teenage transients!
SCENE: Downtown Boulder. 3:14 PM. A group of teenage transients walks by me. One particularly aggressive dude blocks my path.
Teenage Transient (right in my face): Excuse me sir, can you spare an Audi and a bag of blow?
Me: No. And you know what I also can't give you? The love of your parents. You know why? Because even they thought you were annoying. The second you left your mom's overused vagina, she abandoned you. I can't say I blame her.
Teenage Transient stabs me 47 times in the stomach.
Me: Worth it.
